[So sorry, but this novel will be put on hold for now due to poor performance]
1.
The year she met Chen Zhen, Baozhu was an utterly unremarkable nobody in the corner of the classroom.
Bringing him breakfast, passing along messages... At first, like everyone else, she was simply a witness to Chen Zhen's beautiful romance.
Until her lost diary turned up in Chen Zhen's hands.
"I don't need you to like me. I just find it disgusting." Chen Zhen had read it.
2.
When they met again, Baozhu stood on the villa's terrace. The autumn night breeze brushed past her, and the glittering lights behind her dissolved into the smoke she exhaled.
"Of course my new boyfriend looks a lot like you. He's your younger brother." She smiled. "So what?"
Chen Zhen clenched his fists. "Baozhu, stop messing around."
"Tsk." She put out her cigarette, displeasure on her face. "Chen Zhen, don't tell me you think I still like a secondhand man like you."
Even in the dark of night, his face was deathly pale.
Serves him right.
3.
"I'm a lot better-looking than my brother. Are you sure you don't want to give me a chance?"
On the other side of the wall, the Bao and Chen families were holding a lavish reception to celebrate their marriage alliance. In the cramped, forgotten storage room, Chen Qi's warm breath brushed Baozhu's earlobe. She had to admit, she enjoyed his advances.
"It's too dark in here. I can't see clearly." Baozhu smiled and slipped a room key card into his pocket.
4.
On the day they got their marriage certificate, Chen Qi, who could usually hold his liquor, got thoroughly drunk. He clung to her and wouldn't let go. On the way home, he suddenly lowered his head and spoke in a muffled voice: "Did you marry me just to get back at Chen Zhen?"
Before Baozhu could deny it, he went on by himself: "Actually, I don't mind if you did it to get back at Chen Zhen."
Seeing his eyes turn red, Baozhu couldn't help mocking him with a sarcastic laugh. "Who knew the great Chen celebrity was so magnanimous?"
But the next moment, Chen Qi fell into her arms. For the first time, his hands crossed the line without her permission, locking her in place. His hair was soft, and it tickled as he buried his face against her neck.
His voice was so quiet it seemed ready to shatter in the night. "Try loving me, even just a little."
Theme: Strive relentlessly
Woohoo, why don't you update it?
The writing style is immature, the description of the female partner and the male protagonist is too erotic, and the female and male protagonists are written as such hypocritical and low-level scum... The reader's experience of reading the article is greatly reduced. I personally think that readers in Jinjiang prefer books with a more mature style of writing. Green tea in life should not be so obvious or so brainless.