The Fragrant Rice of Jiangnan [Gourmet]

Food product development engineer Jiang Wanrou had barely quit her job and returned to her hometown when Lu Jianan, the young heir to the Ruyuan Restaurant, showed up with a marriage proposal and two million in dowry money.

She joked, asking how much the dowry would be. He seriously asked if twenty million was enough.

One dared to ask, and the other was willing to pay. It would be a shame to turn it down, so they had a deal!

"I told you, you're the real lady of the house, not just one in name."

"Isn't it a little late to say that now? I thought I'd been the real lady of the house all along."

Reading guide:

A slow-burn romance between a catlike heroine and a straightforward puppy-like hero. Married first, fall in love later. A sweet little romance.

The heroine is a food product development engineer who has taken over a time-honored pastry shop.

The hero currently runs the restaurant and is the designated heir to a restaurant group.

[Next book: The Coronation Game]

Clear-headed, self-serving black lotus x an arrogant hunter who loses his composure

Not-quite-step-siblings with a tangled past / mature adults caught in intense romantic push and pull. SC, hzc.

At an exclusive financial salon, Wen Jiayin was stopped by the man behind her.

Leaning against a tall table, he gave her a cuttingly mocking look with his narrow, charming eyes.

"Instead of wasting your breath on those old men, why not catch up with me?

Your mom was with my dad, after all. We know each other inside and out. Don't you think?"

"Run into someone you know?" her boss asked as he came over.

Wen Jiayin smiled sweetly and stepped back with poise. "Just said hello. We aren't close."

During the years she had depended on others, she'd had more than enough of Pei Youlin's arrogance.

Back then, all she could do was keep a blank face and pretend she didn't care.

Now, she wore the perfect professional smile.

Late at night in a hotel, Pei Youlin backed Wen Jiayin up to the bed, his gaze cold.

He asked tentatively, "I heard you're pretty close to the chairman here?"

Wen Jiayin didn't answer. Instead, she met his lips and casually hooked a finger into his belt.

"Mr. Pei came all the way here in the middle of the night just to ask me that?"

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A conflicted saintess x a sinister male ghost. An uncle-and-niece love triangle.

At eighteen, He Yinghan met Mei Yanheng for the first time.

That was the year the He family's century-old silver shop came to an end.

The display windows, once filled with jewelry, were empty, and the last collection left by her grandmother was about to go up for auction.

Everyone told her there was no way to hold on to the things of the past.

Only Mei Yanheng told her, "What is truly precious doesn't care who possesses it for a little while."

That day, she remembered the man standing beneath the spotlight and bought an old ring nobody else wanted.

Eight years later, she finally became the person standing by Mei Yanheng's side.

She thought she had finally caught the moonlight she'd chased since her youth,

forgetting that it was the quiet, reserved young man behind her who had created the opportunities and helped her approach the light she'd admired for years.

Until Mei Yanheng told her, "I think we'd be better off as family."

That night, He Yinghan drank herself into a stupor and collapsed in her bedroom.

In the dark, a man wiped away the tears at the corner of her eye and whispered in her ear, "Sis, I told you a long time ago. You just wouldn't believe me."

Flawed gemstones, broken gold wire, pearls dulled by dust... Mei Chengjing had repaired countless pieces of broken jewelry.

He knew there were many things in this world that could shine even brighter after being mended.

But when it came to this woman's heart, he had no idea how to repair it.

Moonlight poured through the cracks in the glass lamp, illuminating her tear-filled eyes and flushed lips.

Theme: Never forget who helped you when you were in need.