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[The next book is the second-generation romance The Rainfall Effect, a super-sweet marriage-first, love-later story. Please add it to your collection! Blurb at the end.]
·Marriage between wealthy families | Marriage first, love later | Push and pull before and after marriage
·Elegant, cool-headed traditional Chinese painter * Unruly, good-for-nothing rich heir
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One day after returning to the mainland, He Chuyu was dragged by a friend to an F1 race. By chance, she ran into the flamboyant, arrogant rich playboy who had crossed paths with her several times recently and kept saying he wanted to pursue her.
She learned by accident that he was not only an investor in a top racing team, but also her unseen fiance: the feared heir to the Liang family, the most powerful family in Aocheng.
Half a month ago, she had just run away from their engagement banquet.
He Chuyu assumed that he had hidden his identity to get close to her purely for the fun of getting revenge for her fleeing their wedding. He was hardly the sort to willingly let marriage tie him down. Once he got bored, the engagement would naturally come to nothing.
Until one day, her bright and upright childhood friend proposed to her in a grand public display.
The crowd gathered around, cheering them on. Only one tall figure arrogantly shoved his way through, pulling her into his arms in full view of everyone and coldly staring at the man already down on one knee.
"You're proposing to my fiancee. Did you get my permission?"
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At first, Liang Jiahui thought little of the marriage that had been forced on him. If she wanted to run away, he was happy to lend a hand.
Later, he found himself getting jealous and petty in ways that didn't feel like him at all, and becoming addicted to her.
When the girl gazed at him with those cool, alluring eyes and said she wanted separate bedrooms after marriage, he flatly refused.
"I thought you'd be asking me about something else," he said, casually turning the ring on his index finger. "Like married life. One month on, three days off."
"...What does one month on, three days off mean?"
"We do it for a whole month, then take three days off."
He Chuyu: ...?
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She had thought theirs would be a marriage of convenience. But on countless nights afterward, the man who was invincible outside their home would curl up beside her, whispering into her ear again and again.
"A-Yu, could you love me a little more?"
[Bonus Scene]
At some point, a rumor began circulating in their social circle: the ever-charming, freewheeling Second Young Master Liang had started living a quiet, cultured life.
His friends also noticed that he was suddenly making frequent trips to the mainland and bringing home a steady stream of scrolls, all from the same gallery. Curious to investigate, they came upon this scene.
A beautiful woman with a cool expression was writing at a desk, while the all-powerful heir had set aside his usual sharpness and was earnestly clinging to her side.
"Think about it. I bet you can't find a free model with better qualifications than me."
The beauty ignored him and carried on with what she was doing.
"If you need to study human anatomy, I could make a suitable contribution too."
The heir spoke with noble self-sacrifice.
The brush paused. The beauty raised her eyes calmly. "Mr. Liang, I paint traditional Chinese paintings."
#After meeting He Chuyu, the most free-spirited Young Master Liang became the most famous henpecked husband in their circle#
#Every rascal meets their match, and turns into a lovesick puppy#
Reader's Guide:
1. The male lead is devoted, not a playboy. The female lead is no naive, helpless flower.
2. Both leads are each other's first love, and both are virgins. HE. The story opens with the heroine at 24 and the hero at 27.
3. A slow start, with push and pull before marriage and everyday life after marriage, a little wealthy-family melodrama, and a career arc for the heroine.
4. No real-life inspiration!!! Many fictional details. Do not associate this with real life or bring real people into it. Comments doing so will be deleted.
5. The first version of the blurb was written in August 2023; the second was revised on September 17, 2025. All edits have been archived.
Next Book: The Rainfall Effect
Rekindled love | Marriage first, love later | Five-year age gap
Old-money Chinese heiress * Distinguished heir from a Hong Kong and Macao family | Vivacious and spoiled * Steady and refined
Tan Shiyu, the youngest daughter of the Tan family in the capital, was beautiful, spoiled, and utterly unruly. She was known as the capital's number-one spoiled princess. Even so, countless young masters from wealthy families still competed to become her devoted admirers.
The young master of the Yu family was said to have been mercilessly dumped by her and to have threatened to kill himself. His parents had no choice but to visit the Tan family in person and boldly seek a marriage alliance for their son.
The Tan family had always been beyond the reach of others. Once the Yu family opened the door to a marriage proposal, all the other prominent families rushed to follow suit, none willing to let another family get the advantage.
The usually quiet Tan residence had recently been thrown into chaos. Tan Shiyu was preparing to flee abroad for some peace and quiet when, from thousands of miles away, the Liang family of Aocheng suddenly sent someone over to revive an old childhood betrothal.
Tan Shiyu looked at the name on the marriage contract and sneered.
Liang Yanqing, the stiff, boring, meddlesome old man she had dumped ages ago.
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It was entirely beyond Liang Yanqing's expectations that Tan Shiyu would agree to the marriage so readily.
Before the wedding, the sweet young woman drew up a thick agreement and told him to sign it.
He prepared to read it carefully, only to discover that the contents had nothing to do with property or personal obligations. Hundreds of pages were filled with the same four words:
DO! NOT! CONTROL! ME!
Under Tan Shiyu's half-threatening gaze, he gave a faint smile and calmly signed his name.
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Before the wedding, Tan Shiyu proudly bragged to her fake friends that she would still be free to do whatever she wanted, that no one could control her, not even her husband.
Her fake friends didn't believe her. One day after Tan Shiyu's wedding, they booked a private jet and invited her to tour Tokyo with eighteen wholesome college boys.
Tan Shiyu showed up at the terminal right on schedule, chin held high. But the next second, her husband, away on a business trip in Europe, called and gently told her to come home.
"Cencen, be good."
Under her fake friends' amused gazes, Tan Shiyu snorted defiantly. "You promised not to control me. I can go wherever I want."
"I'll be home tonight." Liang Yanqing's voice remained warm and gentle. "I filled your wardrobe with nightdresses. Do you want to change into a few more for me?"
Tan Shiyu's ears turned bright red. That bastard hadn't changed one bit in four years!
[Bonus Scene]
One day after they were married, Tan Shiyu came across a video of her first-birthday grab-the-object ceremony.
Under the expectant gazes of everyone around her, her chubby little hand grabbed a jeweled crown while her other hand clutched Brother Yanqing's hand.
·Reader's Guide
1. Both leads are each other's first love and virgins. The male lead is devoted. The heroine has plenty of admirers, but they only carry bags and hold shoes for the young lady; nothing ever happens.
2. A super-sweet romance! Flashbacks to events before their breakup are interwoven with the story. The heroine is 24 and the hero is 29 at the start.
3. No real-life inspiration! Do not mention anything from real life.
4. Blurb written on September 14, 2025. Archived.
Theme: The surrender of free will
How can you be busy every day? Are you busy all year long? If I don't write anymore, can you tell the readers?
When will it be updated? I haven't updated it for two months. Are you not planning to update it?
It's been more than a month. The last update said it will be finished soon. Every time I said it was going to be finished, the result is that the game disappears. I don't say how long it will stop. I keep waiting and waiting. I'm afraid you are just stuck here. Update if you can. If you can't, just stop updating. Okay, how long has this been? From last year until now, it has been like this every time. The game disappears without saying a word. Isn't it interesting [oh oh oh]
Can't I update it every day? Don't go without it for more than ten days [vomiting blood]. . . .
Dear Chef: Seeing words is like meeting each other, showing trust and comfort. Liking your rice is probably the most arbitrary and unreasonable thing in the world. It is not about weighing the pros and cons, or being motivated by sex, but suddenly having someone like you makes me worried and unable to let go. You are the extraneous branch in my stable years, and the sun, moon and stars in my ordinary life. Whether it's the sunrise in the morning, a nap at noon, or a night filled with stars, I want to spend it with you. Don't doubt why I like you, just like fish fall in love with the sea, birds fall in love with the sky, I don't quite understand what this means, I think it's like breathing, no need to practice, just because it's you. By the way, if there is still food, please remember to distribute it, I am still hungry.
. . . . . In the end, more or not?
Damn it, can you finish it in one breath? 🥺 🥺 I'm so suffocated
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Reminder I am a book-loving person who enjoys reading your writings as if he were walking on a mountain path and suddenly encountering a wonderland. The first chapter is like a rushing torrent, suddenly breaking off a thousand-foot cliff - my heart is hanging in the air, burning with anxiety, like a hungry and thirsty guest who suddenly smells the aroma of wine and his cup is empty! As a result, I was tossing and turning and had trouble sleeping every night. The screen light is scorching, and the withered intestines are hungry for kisses; the fingers and claws are tapping frequently, and the sound is even louder. Sometimes while sleeping on the bed, one can see the twists and turns of the story in one's dreams; or when one reads another scroll forcefully, the words become the phantom of a continuation of the gentleman's writing. I explore the window and watch the stars every day, fearing that I will miss the update date; I always sigh while caressing my scroll, like a monk sitting withered. Prince Youxue paid a visit to Dai at night and took advantage of the excitement; now we are going according to the rules and returning home safely? Is there an unopened volume on the side of Mr. Fu Wei's case? Please move the jade tube, continue the ink marks, and quickly quench this hanging thirst. Literary thought is like the running water of a spring stream, don't let it stagnate; we are like waiting for the rain, fearing that it will dry up - I wish to take a bath in the spring breeze again, wash away the dry intestines and kiss the ears!