Hey! Want a Little Cake?

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#The Story of How the Blogger I Liked, Who Owned My Favorite Cake Shop, Became My Boyfriend#

#The Story of the Customer Who Used to Come by the Shop, Then Started Working Late There Every Day, and Whom I Eventually Wanted to Make My Boss's Wife#

1.

He Mu loved cake.

The moment cream and sponge cake touched her tongue, she could briefly make peace with the world.

One day, she opened the WeChat chat with a familiar shop employee, hoping to ask them to deliver something to her while she worked late.

She also took the opportunity to vent her frustration:

"Your Scrooge of a boss really lives up to his name. He's still making you work this late. What dessert shop stays open this long?"

"Bosses are all the same."

Then, downstairs, she heard the handsome guy delivering her cake introduce himself:

"Hello, I'm Scrooge."

2.

He Mu didn't just love eating, she loved watching, too.

She'd loved standing outside cake shop windows to watch people decorate cakes ever since she was little, so most of the accounts she followed were dessert bloggers.

She had a private favorite, a creator who posted immersive cake-decorating videos with great taste and never showed his face. Then, one day, his follower count suddenly shot up.

Amid the comments saying, "This cake is so handsome," she caught a glimpse of his face when the camera shifted.

Wait, isn't that Scrooge?!

3.

Later, Zhou Yan watched He Mu pressed against the glass, staring intently as he decorated a cake, and asked the question he'd been wanting to ask for a long time. "If you and a little cake fell into the water, who would you save?"

"You," He Mu answered without hesitation. "Because you're my boyfriend."

Zhou Yan was quite satisfied and looked away.

Then he heard her murmur softly, "Besides, you can make little cakes for me."

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In Zhou Yan's life, people had spent over twenty years laying responsibilities on him and demanding that he give their lives meaning.

His father wanted him to carry on the Xu family's legacy as a musical dynasty. His mother hoped his achievements would keep his father's attention on her.

Day after day, year after year.

He was like a wild animal trapped in a cage, with no idea where his own wilderness lay.

Later, he decisively broke with his family.

The trapped beast had escaped, but could no longer find a place to call home.

He changed his name, and the name of the genius who had dazzled audiences at international competitions faded like a fleeting flower, becoming just another "what a shame" on everyone's lips.

Then he met He Mu.

On a spring day, she bought the last cake in the shop. Then, under the warm early-summer sun, she became a regular audience member by the cake-decorating window.

Zhou Yan learned that a single piece of cake could help someone make peace with a busy job and a chaotic life.

It wasn't until he touched the black and white keys again that he understood: love means giving, asking for nothing in return.

It means being beyond help before you even realize it.

And she was the wilderness he wanted to run toward.

Reader notice: I'm not a legal professional. The workplace plot is entirely made up.

My new novel, If You Hear This Voice, is being updated! If you're interested, go check it out!

A rising voice actress x a young, veteran singer

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As a fan, the male celebrity Yu Miao knew best wasn't her favorite, Chen Zhirang, but Shen Zeqian, the star her favorite idol was always competing against.

There was only one reason: her mother, Ms. Wang Hui, was his fan.

By chance, Yu Miao got a small guest role and met Shen Zeqian in a recording studio.

Ms. Wang tempted her with travel money to go ask him for an autograph.

"I didn't bring any signed photos. Can you even sign a blank sheet of paper? Oh, what a shame. Maybe next time," Yu Miao said, pretending to be disappointed.

Shen Zeqian took the phone from his assistant and opened a WeChat QR code. "Add my assistant. I'll have them mail you a signed photo later."

A week later, Yu Miao returned home to find the signed photo Shen Zeqian's assistant had mailed her. She hinted that there was no need to keep the assistant as a contact and that they could delete her.

But she never left the assistant's contact list. She stayed there for three whole years.

Shen Zeqian's assistant was incredibly diligent. For three years, Yu Miao could see him recommending Shen Zeqian's work on his social media feed, from films and TV shows to singles, from movies to stage performances. He never missed a thing. Yu Miao was moved by his dedication.

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Ever since his debut, Shen Zeqian had refused publicity stunts involving dating rumors and had never tried to sell himself as a bachelor. Instead, he had won himself a whole group of genuine mom fans.

His fans all knew he had a white moonlight.

The people close to him knew a little more:

For example, under the secret identity "AAA Shen Zeqian's Assistant," he posted recommendations for his own songs every day, then set the posts to be visible only to her.

Unfortunately, she'd never liked a single one.

In one interview, a reporter once again asked the old question: had he fallen in love at first sight with that mysterious white moonlight?

Shen Zeqian broke with his usual reserve and said a little more, looking somewhat dejected. "We've actually met many times, but she doesn't remember any of them."

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From studying traditional opera to getting into a music academy, and then becoming an independent musician, Shen Zeqian had only ever thought about giving up once.

His vocal cords had developed a problem. He consulted every doctor he could find, and they all told him only to rest and wait for them to recover.

Then, just as things couldn't get any worse, the grandmother who had raised him since childhood suddenly passed away.

After Shen Zeqian attended his grandmother's funeral, he had nowhere to pour out his grief, so he quietly climbed to the top of a mountain on the outskirts of the city by himself.

The city lights glittered below. On the mountain, he met someone else.

She seemed to notice that he was upset. After comforting him with a few words, she gave him a spare red cord she was holding.

"No matter what, make a wish, then give yourself the courage to try again."

The mountaintop was dimly lit, and Shen Zeqian couldn't make out her features, but he had never heard a voice so beautiful.

That night, Shen Zeqian stood beneath a great banyan tree on the mountaintop and made two wishes.

"I hope I can still sing."

"I hope I can meet her again."

Later, both wishes came true.

My completed novel: The Butterfly Cannot Escape

[Well-behaved at home, dazzlingly beautiful outside heroine x a wealthy heir who seems calculating at every turn but is actually a pure-hearted romantic]

1.

Song Qingluo and Gu Zhu's first meeting was a textbook case of falling for someone's looks.

In a dimly lit bar, with an ambiguous love song from the singer, she went after him for his handsome face and spent the night with him.

She didn't expect him to be the grandson of an old family friend, her family's former neighbor, and someone she absolutely wasn't supposed to get involved with.

Then they made a bet.

2.

Song Qingluo was never quite the same in Gu Zhu's eyes.

The first time they met, she wore a red dress, her eyes bright and lively.

He caught a glimpse of the red butterfly on her, its wings poised to take flight.

The next time they met, she was the granddaughter of his grandfather's old friend, a doctoral student at Jinghua University, dressed in a white down jacket and as sweet and well-behaved as could be, the kind of child every parent wished they had.

Later, he saw many more sides of her. He saw her sketching the moonlight stroke by stroke beneath the night sky, saw her half-dozing on the sofa in an oversized hoodie, and saw her sitting in a field with mud splattered up her pant legs, carefully writing down one long, ancient pronunciation after another...

He'd thought he was only playing along, but when he looked back, he realized he'd already fallen in deeper with every step.

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Our culture has gradually taken the shape we know today through the records, research, and summaries of countless generations before us, who have continually added to it.

Some people must carry it forward and search for its origins; others must forge new paths and search for the future.

PS:

The small towns in this story are fictional.

The leads sleep together the first time they meet, before they have any feelings for each other.

Thanks to Xiaoyu for the hand-drawn cover materials.

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Theme: Everyone has a duty to love earnestly.