A New Vintage

After her family falls deep into debt, former county-town socialite Yao Xinyu reinvents herself and retreats into the ivory tower, becoming a quiet university administrator just trying to get by.

In the first month of the semester, handsome lecturer Zhou Tuocheng sets the internet ablaze with his looks. His classes are mobbed, with students lining up row after row at the back of the classroom.

"Teacher Zhou, it's not your fault, but could you please stop everyone from crowding around to watch?"

Yao Xinyu, a new employee who can't take responsibility, treads carefully, as if walking on thin ice.

"Sure. Why don't you help me keep order?"

In the second month, Yao Xinyu gets roped into an inter-university mixer and, of all people, runs into Teacher Zhou. They end up making an impromptu gathering of people who know each other.

The rumors keep growing, and it seems she's been promoted to the university scene's newest tea-sipping socialite.

Getting a permanent position is hard, so she'd better watch what she says and does. If she can't afford to offend him, surely she can avoid him, right?

Apparently... she can't avoid him either. After all, he's her landlord.

A reformed, bankrupt socialite x a dirt-poor young master who works for love

[Next Book: The Coronation Game]

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

Pseudo-step-siblings with a tangled, forbidden past / mature adults locked in an intense push and pull, SC, hzc

At an upscale finance salon, Wen Jiayin was stopped by the man behind her.

Leaning against a high table, the man gave her a cuttingly sarcastic look with his long, alluring eyes.

"Instead of wasting your breath on those old men, why not catch up with me? Your mom used to be with my dad, after all. We know each other inside out, don't we?"

"Run into someone you know?" her arriving supervisor asked.

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

During all those years living under someone else's roof, she'd had more than enough of Pei Youlin's air of superiority.

Back then, all she could do was put on a blank face and pretend to be dead.

Now, she wore the perfect professional smile.

Late at night in a hotel, Pei Youlin cornered Wen Jiayin by the bed, his gaze icy.

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

Wen Jiayin didn't answer his question.

Instead, she met his lips and casually hooked a finger through his belt.

"Did you come all the way here in the middle of the night just to ask me that, Mr. Pei?"

Theme: Interest is the best teacher