The Butterfly Effect

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[The story of the leads’ son, Forbidden Fruit, is complete] [New novel, Chaotic Floating Life, set in Beijing’s elite circles, now underway]

The full text has been revised and expanded. No pirated copies. A refined, calculating Hong Kong tycoon x an innocent, lovely white swan

Happy ending | Single-couple romance | Power imbalance | Coercion and stolen love | Ten-year age gap

He Jing Sheng took a liking to a girl.

It was one rainy evening on the streets of London.

The girl wore a white dress and flat shoes designed like ballet slippers. Her hair was pinned up, and her neck was long and graceful.

In the misty rain, she danced lightly on tiptoe, her skirt swaying as she moved with graceful poise, just like an elegant, regal white swan.

She spread her arms and spun through the air, until she came to rest beneath a boy’s umbrella.

The boy gently brushed the raindrops from her hair.

He Jing Sheng sat in a black car. The scene outside flashed past, but he kept staring at it without moving. His long fingers reached out the window to touch the cool rain.

His thoughts were impossible to read.

When they met again, it was in a vast opera house. A spotlight shone on the white swan dancing onstage, while he alone watched from the audience.

The backstage room was filled with roses.

Dressed in a suit, He Jing Sheng stood tall and composed. His dark, inscrutable eyes rested on her. Though he was accustomed to speaking Cantonese, he picked Mandarin back up to accommodate her:

“Miss Shen, I have feelings for you.”

Shen Qiang Yi nervously turned him down. “Mr. He, I have a boyfriend...”

He only smiled slightly, courteous and refined. “That’s all right.”

Later, at a mansion atop Hong Kong’s Peak.

Another damp, rainy night.

He Jing Sheng held the girl in his arms as she fell asleep, exhausted, and tenderly brushed away the tears still on her cheeks.

His face was hidden in the dim light, but his gaze burned bright.

He had told her:

It was all right.

-

A white swan belongs in full bloom beneath the roses.

He Jing Sheng carefully built a cage for Shen Qiang Yi, never imagining that one day it would be him, not her, who was trapped inside.

The boomerang he sent her in this butterfly effect eventually came back and pierced him every bit as deeply.

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The next story, about the son of the leads from Butterfly Effect:

Forbidden Fruit

Coercive possession | Ten-year age gap | Single-couple romance

Older dom x sweet, innocent ray of sunshine

Hong Kong tycoon x actress

When it comes to the entertainment industry’s darling, Cen Ying Shuang is second to none.

With a mother who is a Grand Slam Best Actress to protect her, she reached the top the moment she debuted. Wherever she went, people fawned over her, and none of the unspoken rules ever came near her.

But fate had other plans. The Cen family was struck by sudden upheaval, and overnight Cen Ying Shuang went from a darling of the industry to a pariah everyone avoided. She had once been able to move freely through the entertainment world, but now every step was a struggle.

Everyone was certain that Cen Ying Shuang’s golden era was over, and that she would soon vanish from the entertainment industry.

Who could have guessed that her era was only just beginning?

In the space of a single night, every business partnership that had terminated its contract with her renewed it, and she even got back the lead role in a major production she had been replaced in. The new opportunities coming her way were flourishing on every front.

A certain Zhu, said to be the entertainment industry’s number-one paparazzo, started a livestream, and Cen Ying Shuang’s name flooded the screen.

“I really can’t talk about this one. The person behind her isn’t just beyond the reach of the entertainment industry... No one can afford to cross him at all...”

-

One day, Cen Ying Shuang unexpectedly skipped the set and marched straight into the top-floor office of the tallest skyscraper in Hong Kong’s Central district.

The man seated at his desk on the phone was not the least bit annoyed. He raised a hand, signaling her to come over.

Her anger had yet to fade as she demanded, “Did you replace the male lead in this drama?”

The man put away his phone and remained seated, his eyes fixed on her behind his glasses. He smiled faintly. “If I didn’t replace him, should I wait for the day you replace me?”

Cen Ying Shuang came to her senses and realized she had been too impulsive. Fear began to creep in.

“How could I dare...” She lowered her head and murmured.

The man said nothing. He simply turned his chair to face her.

Understanding what he wanted, she obediently and passively settled onto his lap and accepted his kiss.

The hand hanging at her side quietly clenched into a fist.

Replace him? How could she dare?

He was the head of Hong Kong’s foremost family, with power and influence enough to control everything.

All she wanted was for him to replace her one day.

Because from beginning to end, she had never chosen him.

-

The first time He Yu Zhou saw Cen Ying Shuang was in his cousin Chen Yan Li’s studio.

He did not see her in person, only her oil paintings, one after another.

She appeared in countless forms in those paintings, but one in particular stayed with He Yu Zhou:

She wore a floral dress, her hair in two braids, and stood barefoot in a garden, watering the flowers while biting into a red apple.

She tilted her head and smiled more brightly than the flowers.

The painting’s title was the Italian word Ragazzina.

Translated into Chinese, it meant “Girl.”

Chen Yan Li had painted many women, but he never painted any of them more than once.

Yet this girl filled almost an entire room of his studio.

At first, He Yu Zhou admired the paintings without giving them much thought, teasing with a smile, “You like this type?”

Who could have imagined that later, facing Chen Yan Li, he would still be smiling, casual yet leaving no room for objection, as he said, “What a coincidence. I like this type too.”

The more forbidden something was, the more determined he was to have it.

Theme: Believe in love