My Cat Is Missing

When they were seventeen or eighteen, Xia Jiejie was always at the top of his class, a star student adored by everyone. Even in the plainest school uniform, he could make it feel like a concert when he picked up a guitar. People always said he was born to be a superstar.

Back then, Qin Fang was quiet and kept to herself, burying her head in her studies every day. Only now and then would she stare blankly at his name.

He had no shortage of admirers, but after a practice exam, she still mustered the courage to block his path. "Xia, if I score higher than you on the college entrance exams, will you accept my confession?"

Xia Jiejie tilted his head and looked at her, seemingly taken aback for a moment before teasing, "That's a trendy way to pursue someone."

"..." Qin Fang's little face tensed as she asked stiffly, "Will you?"

He curled his lips into a casual smile. "Sure."

That summer, Qin Fang became the top liberal arts student in the province.

Xia Jiejie gave up on the college entrance exams, debuted as a star, and became an overnight sensation.

"Jerk." That was the first time Qin Fang had ever cursed.

He had only one automated reply: [Thanks.]

By the time he was twenty-five or twenty-six, Xia Jiejie had become a top-tier star in the entertainment industry. He was always brazen and did whatever he liked, and there were so many people who hated him that they could circle the globe three and a half times. Yet wherever he appeared, crowds would roar, and he was always the center of attention.

Back then, Qin Fang was still quiet and kept to herself, burying her head in work every day for a paycheck. Only now and then would she go out of her way for love.

The day Xia Jiejie held a concert, the screaming was deafening.

Under the spotlight, the man who seemed blessed by heaven suddenly announced that he was about to leave the entertainment industry.

Amid the tears, Qin Fang joined the crowd and picked up a piece of confetti.

Just as she was about to leave, a staff member suddenly stopped her.

In the lounge, Xia Jiejie lounged on the sofa, looking aristocratic, as if he were still the same as eight years ago. "Do you remember me, classmate?"

Top-tier star Xia Jiejie is about to terminate his contract and leave the entertainment industry. He has only one project left, a movie.

The news came out of nowhere and shocked the entire internet. The production, tagged as his "last film," received unprecedented attention.

Fan photographers took over the entire hillside, and there was no stopping them. The director was both thrilled and miserable.

As a result, fans of every kind got to read a new essay on Weibo every day.

Today, Xia Jiejie is arguing with his assistant.

Today, they're arguing again.

Today, still arguing.

Today, seriously, they're arguing every day.

Today, same as always.

Today, they're kissing.

P.S. This is not based on real people, not based on real people, not based on real people!!!!!

Coming soon: Wild Fox

Qi Li has lost her memory.

Her parents scold her. "You have to marry him, whether you want to or not! If you're going to jump off a building, do it from the Zhao family's rooftop!"

Her friend tells her, "You don't like him! You like someone else! You jumped off a building because you didn't want to marry him, so whatever you do, don't marry him!"

In an unfamiliar place, surrounded by faces she didn't recognize, Qi Li looked at her blue hair in the mirror and asked only one question. "Who... is he?"

A jewelry designer, founder of the DL brand, the Zhao family's sole heir, and the holder of an award record so long it took four pages to list...

"Miss Qi, sir says he respects your wishes. If you insist on not marrying him, the engagement will be canceled immediately."

On the last page was his ID photo. Qi Li closed the contract and replied crisply, "My parents can decide. My wishes don't matter."

"???"

Zhao Yixi was sickly. Some said he wouldn't live past thirty, some said he was odd-tempered, and others called him violent and unstable.

But he did have a handsome face.

Recently, a woman had appeared in his home. His parents had foisted her on him as his wife.

According to her file, she had pursued another man for six years.

It also said she would rather jump off a building than marry him.

But he didn't care.

At their first meeting, Zhao Yixi looked down at her and warned coldly, "You can like him, but you can't betray me."

"..."

Qi Li understood. Her husband must be seriously ill.

Everyone in Pingcheng knew the Qi family had sold their daughter to Zhao Yixi in a business marriage, all to secure a chance to work with him.

The words "marriage to bring him good fortune," "married in name only," and "tragic" seemed stamped all over Qi Li.

"Are you hurt?" He grabbed her wrist, his gaze falling on her fingertip, where a long, thin cut marked the skin.

"I cut myself while peeling fruit. It hurts."

He curled his lip and deliberately pressed on the wound, a cruel, calculating look flashing in his eyes.

Qi Li's eyes were bright with tears, and she looked as if the pain was unbearable, yet she didn't ask him to let go.

Zhao Yixi immediately lost interest and tossed her wrist aside, but for the first time, he ate the lunch she had brought him.

One late night, he wrapped his arms around her waist, bent down, and kissed her forehead tenderly.

Then Qi Li murmured a name in her sleep.

"..."

A minute later, Zhao Yixi promptly went to consult the doctor.

[Is it harmful to your health if you don't regain your memories after amnesia?]

[Can someone who has lost their memory get it back?]

[How can you avoid regaining your memories?]

Theme: Communicate carefully to avoid unnecessary detours.