Flirting with the Black-Hearted One by Mistake

After reuniting with the childhood benefactor who once saved her life, Liang Yan discovered that his personality had changed completely.

Once, he had been as pure as snow in white robes, gentle and refined. Now he stood rigid in dark robes, his brows lowered and his gaze cold.

Wanting to repay his kindness, she fussed over him every day, bringing him food and clothes, standing up for him in the face of rumors, and risking her life to save him.

But one day, on her way to deliver pastries, she overheard a guard ask him, "My lord, it seems you don't like Miss Liang?"

She ducked out of sight with her maid and heard Song Sui reply, "It's not that."

Satisfied, Liang Yan looked at the pastries and said to her maid, "He may seem cold, but deep down he's still as kind and gentle as before. Father told me today that I've mistaken him for someone else, but I knew I couldn't be wrong."

Then she heard Song Sui continue, "It's not that I don't like her. I loathe her.

She has none of the manners of a proper young lady. If it weren't for the case, I wouldn't give her the time of day."

Her maid asked tentatively, "Miss, should we still deliver the pastries?"

Liang Yan clenched her fist. "No! He doesn't deserve them!"

Later, Song Sui realized that the girl who used to keep appearing in front of him had vanished. Even the plum blossom cakes she brought him every day were now on someone else's table.

Song Sui: ?

Little scene:

The year Liang Yan first arrived in the capital, her mother asked her, "Yan Yan, what kind of man do you like?"

Without hesitation, she replied, "A refined gentleman, gentle as jade."

But one day, after an outing with her real benefactor, someone suddenly grabbed her by the collar and pinned her against a wall.

Under the hazy moonlight, the corners of his eyes were strangely red.

His voice was still cold as he slowly whispered in her ear, word by word, "So this is the refined gentleman you like?"

[Sharp-tongued, secretly soft-hearted black lotus x open-minded, healing little sun]

---Coming soon---

My Wife Has a Silver Tongue

Ming Shan suffers from a strange affliction: if she doesn't sincerely praise ten people in a day, she suffers excruciating pain in her chest and coughs up blood.

To stay alive, she has no choice but to smile at everyone and hand out compliments for free.

Thanks to her silver tongue, this un favored concubine-born daughter of the Shaoqing household manages to grow up safely until the age of sixteen.

But not everyone in the world likes pretty words.

Xie Heng, the powerful head of the Judicial Office, is known as the "Cold-Faced Yama." He hates sycophants more than anything.

As fate would have it, on the day of the palace banquet, Ming Shan slips and falls into the water, grabbing hold of him as he passes by the pond.

In front of everyone's eyes, both of their clothes are soaked through.

An imperial decree grants them a marriage. Xie Heng gives her a cold look, convinced that she is a scheming woman who wants nothing but to climb the social ladder.

Before she can show her true colors, he notices her fluttering around him every day like a sparrow, full of shameless compliments.

"My husband is peerless in grace and looks."

"My husband's swordsmanship is godlike, a sight one never forgets!"

Xie Heng closes his eyes and presses his knuckles to his temple.

What a racket.

One day, Ming Shan sidles up to him again and watches him drink his tea. Then she suddenly says,

"My husband's lips are such a lovely shade of red. They look so soft."

She says it so casually, as if she's commenting on the sunny weather or a sparrow beneath the eaves.

As soon as she finishes speaking, a clear birdcall really does sound outside the window.

Her eyes light up. She gathers her skirt and runs after it.

Suddenly, he is alone at his desk.

After a long while,

he lowers his eyes and sets down his teacup.

His fingertip lightly brushes his lower lip.

Then he abruptly stops.

Xie Heng considers himself stone-hearted and certain that no amount of sweet talk can move him.

Until the day of a banquet at the Duke's estate.

He takes his usual seat, only to see her smiling at the heir of the Duke's family.

"Young Master, your refined air suits this jade crown perfectly. You're the finest in the capital."

The hand holding Xie Heng's cup stills slightly.

Those were exactly the words she'd used to praise his jade hairpin three days ago.

The teacup in his hand suddenly shatters.

That night, Xie Heng pins her down on the bed. His eyes are dark, but his voice is cold.

"Ming Shan, are you this devoted to everyone?"

A sudden pain seizes Ming Shan's chest. Oh no, she still has one person left to praise today!

She hurriedly blurts out, "Husband! You are peerlessly handsome, dignified, wise, and decisive..."

Xie Heng chokes with anger, bends down, and seals her lips with a kiss. "...Shut up."

Female lead: Compliments keep her alive; a life-saving sweet-talk expert who is really just afraid of dying.

Male lead: Says one thing and means another; annoyed by her praise but afraid she'll stop; a cold-faced, secretly bashful, jealous man.

Theme: Stay positive, be independent and strong