Long Ashes, Falling Snow

Gentle and clear-headed heroine x powerful man who takes what he wants | The man on top loses his composure | Dark and obsessive

1. When Sheng Yan was twenty, the Sheng family fell into ruin. To beg for a chance to save her father, she ran around everywhere, asking people for help.

Someone pointed her in the right direction. "If you want to help your dad, why not try the Zhou family?"

It was snowing heavily that day when Sheng Yan went to beg Zhou Zhan. Trembling, she addressed the man who usually left her both awed and afraid: "Uncle."

In the back seat of a Maybach, the man's large hand clamped around Sheng Yan's slender waist. He watched her, cheeks flushed, panting in his arms.

"Come to my room tonight."

"Wear this."

A blue-and-white school uniform skirt lay folded before her.

After that night, Sheng Yan learned that school uniform skirts had uses besides going to class.

Sheng Yan knew this relationship would end sooner or later. They both understood that without needing to say it.

A year later, she left Zhou Zhan's life for good.

In the dim corridor on a snowy night, the Zhou family's dashing young heir, a man who had always had everything under control, fixed her with a dark gaze. His voice was low and cold. "You used me as a stepping stone and tossed me aside once you were done, sweetheart. Who taught you to burn the bridge after crossing it?"

"Mr. Zhou..." She clenched her stiff, pale fingers.

"You used to call me Uncle."

Snow settled on his shoulders. The man, cold from head to toe, seemed to catch fire in an instant. Zhou Zhan gripped her chin, his scorching lips coming down to kiss her wildly in the darkness.

2.

Back when Sheng Yan was a student, she would listen to the rain and chat late into the night with her best friend. When asked what kind of man she wanted, she answered softly, "Someone dignified in manner, elegant in bearing, calm and composed."

The type she feared most was an arrogant, reckless playboy who cared about nothing.

Back then, the one standing outside the door and overhearing her was Zhou Zhan, a vicious, gloomy troublemaker.

Many years later...

Impeccably dressed and radiating lazy nobility, Zhou Zhan became Sheng Yan's husband.

One-on-one romance, both leads' first time

No blood relation, the uncle from next door

He has been plotting this for a long time; he has a secret crush on her

--- Upcoming series: Spring Tide Secret ---

Fragile, self-serving black lotus heroine x dark, obsessive man | Fake step-sibling arrangement

Ruan Yu was brought into the Huo family by her aunt as unwanted baggage. After her aunt died, she became an awkward presence, ignored with indifference and forced to live in the cracks between others.

She wanted someone to shelter her. She didn't want to return to that rundown alley and spend her days in the dark, damp little room with its mold and leaky roof.

Ruan Yu knocked on the door of the current head of the Huo family.

In a dim room on a hot, humid summer night, she sat on Huo Yanci's lap.

The man's scorching hands gripped her lower back, out of control. His restrained, hoarse voice brushed her ear. "What do you call me?"

Tears clung to the corners of Ruan Yu's eyes. Dizzy and breathless, she clung to him. "Big brother..."

One thrust, one word.

Ruan Yu's voice went hoarse.

-

Huo Yanci wore a cool, dignified facade, but he was ruthless in everything he did. As the head of the family, he was the greatest pride of the entire Huo clan. He stood above everyone, born to wealth and privilege, perfect and without a single flaw.

So Ruan Yu became the only stain on the flawless Huo Yanci.

Later...

Ruan Yu graduated without a hitch and was ready to spread her wings. She no longer had to live under someone else's roof or pretend to get along.

After fleeing the Huo family, she found a job, moved somewhere new, made new friends, and cut ties with her past completely.

No one would ever know her dark secret from before.

-

When they met again, Ruan Yu was leaving her studio.

In the damp spring fog, Huo Yanci's car window slowly lowered.

Just like every sordid, moonless night in the Huo household.

The dignified man lowered his gaze, his gray-blue eyes fixed on her. In them lay years of repressed, all-consuming darkness, madness, and possessive obsession.

"Baby." The Rolls-Royce door opened.

He reached out a long, pale hand. The dark trousers outlined the clear lines of his straight, long legs.

"Get in."

Synopsis to be supplemented before the novel begins.

One-on-one romance, both leads' first time.

Her aunt is the male lead's stepmother.

The leads are not listed in the same household register.

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