The Moonlight Surges

My completed modern romance novels, Palm of Your Hand, Soft Spring Breeze, and Little Ran, are available to enjoy.

1. Lu Xingyao had lived for more than twenty years, and the thing she regretted most was getting involved with the second young master of the Yue family in Jing City.

When they first met, the man had red lips and pearly white teeth, with a gentle, jade-like grace.

He was also very attentive in bed, practically the perfect house-trained puppy: nice to look at from a distance, and just as nice to play with up close.

Who could have guessed that beneath that "perfect" exterior hid a gloomy, obsessive madman?

Even now, she couldn't forget the day she asked him to break up:

The man, sick and barely clinging to life, pinned her against the door and kissed her desperately, pleading in a pitiful voice, "Sis, don't leave me. I'll die..."

But when he realized how determined she was, he smiled.

His icy fingers, cold as a snake, curled around her neck. Pressing his lips to her ear, he said, "Then take your new lover and get as far away as you can. Otherwise, you'll both die..."

2. Because of that, Lu Xingyao spent years hiding and running away.

Meanwhile, the second young master Yue of those days had secured the position of chairman of the Yue Group through ruthless, merciless methods.

She, on the other hand, was destitute, hiding out in the countryside and struggling to make ends meet while running a little shop.

She thought that now he was a prominent man, occupied with a thousand duties. No matter how ugly their past entanglement had been, to him it was nothing more than a drop of ink accidentally splashed onto the long scroll of his life, surely dried by time and forgotten long ago.

Who would have thought that so many years later, that man who couldn't take a loss would actually come looking for her!

3. At a crossroads on a storm-dark night, bodyguards in black stood in two rows.

The man stepped out of the car with half a cigarette between his fingers.

Five years had passed, and he had grown even taller and more powerfully built, with a beauty so striking it seemed almost demonic.

Lu Xingyao knew she wouldn't escape this time. To at least make her end look dignified, she swallowed her trembling and patted the mastiff first. "It's been a long time, Mr. Yue. You look even more impressive than before."

The man raised his eyes lazily, his gaze like a knife as it raked over her from head to toe.

Then he slowly exhaled a puff of smoke and said with petty spite, "It's been five years and three months, Sis, and you've... visibly aged."

Bonus scene:

After that, on countless nights when her petty man kept her all to himself, he pressed out-of-control kisses against the small of her back and stubbornly demanded an answer. "Sis, what's wrong with me? I'll change. What's so good about them? I'll make them change."

Cool, composed older sister VS an unhinged younger man

* Both are each other's first and only

* Readers who demand chastity, please don't read. The heroine has kissed someone else, and she's always surrounded by all kinds of handsome men

* The woman is three years older than the man

* Romantic rivalry between men

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My dears, check out my upcoming period novel, Reborn in the Eighties: The Rough Man I Picked Up Is a Hong Kong Tycoon!

Mention Zheng Chunzhi of the Third Production Team in Zhengjiaji Village, and everyone in the surrounding villages knows her name.

She's pretty, clever, and has one money-making idea after another. Even the commune director comes to her for advice on getting rich.

With a beauty like her, plenty of fine young men want to marry into her family. They could line up from one end of the village to the other.

But nobody expected her to bring home Yu Daliang, a hulking, rough-looking "big fool" of unknown origins who didn't seem too bright.

The villagers clicked their tongues, lamenting that a beautiful flower had been stuck in a pile of cow dung.

Reborn once, Zheng Chunzhi finally understood:

She had brains and ability, so all she needed in a man was loyalty and usefulness.

She never wanted those pretty-faced men who were all looks and no substance, and who were always cheating on her.

Yu Daliang was tall and burly, strong as an ox, and knew a few moves. Standing beside her, he was like a black iron tower, giving her a powerful sense of security.

So what if he wasn't very bright? She had no plans to fall in love with him or have children with him. She could just use him as a "useful tool." Perfect.

As expected, after he moved in, he took care of everything: laundry, cooking, bodyguarding, and driving. He fed the chickens, ducks, geese, and pigs, and farmed more than ten mu of land all by himself.

It was just that his large hands, rough from years of farm work, rubbed her raw when he gripped her waist and moved with force at night, making her ache and tremble despite herself.

Every time, Zheng Chunzhi thought: I'll make do with him for now. I'm not a tycoon yet, and if I marry a man and keep him pampered and soft-skinned at home every day, who's going to do the work?

Once I've opened a few more factories and made more money, then I can think about pampering my man.

But before she could become a tycoon, the man's family suddenly came looking for him.

They arrived in a grand car Zheng Chunzhi couldn't have afforded even in her previous life. Carrying fashionable mobile phones, dressed in black suits and white shirts, they stood respectfully at the door and said in authentic Cantonese, "Mr. Lu, we've come to take you home."

Zheng Chunzhi was struck like a bolt of lightning. What happened to having no parents, no family, and no one to rely on?

How had the man she'd treated like an ox and horse for two years turned out to be a Hong Kong tycoon who had ended up on the mainland?!

On the night they parted, the man took the underwear she'd just changed out of and said he'd wash it.

She snatched it back in alarm, plastering a smile on her face. "You should rest. I'll do it myself..."

Two streams of tears immediately slid down the man's handsome, resolute face. "Wife, do you really not want me anymore?"

At first: rough man VS proud beauty

Later: a scheming, ruthless, secretly devoted Hong Kong tycoon VS a gorgeous, lively, wealth-building pioneer who falls for every handsome man she meets

Theme: With flowers all around, choose just one to pluck