Name: In the Honeymoon Phase
Author: Yi Zhi

Synopsis

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[Marriage first, love later | Secret identity | Old flame rekindled]

1.

Of the whole Huo family, Meng Xianjin disliked Huo Qingchen the most.

At fifteen, she followed him up a mountain, fell and bruised her bottom, and got bitten by mosquitoes all over her legs. When he saw her teary-eyed face, he did nothing and called her spoiled.

At eighteen, she hid under a desk to avoid the old man. He coldly said, "She's here," and gave her away, even though she'd grabbed his pant leg and begged him not to.

At twenty-one, their grandfathers got carried away and arranged their engagement. He was too busy with work to show up, and simply skipped their engagement banquet.

Was a young woman in her prime really supposed to waste her life on this heartless, unromantic old man who didn't know how to treat a woman?

--

A bar awash in luxury and excess.

A friend laughed and asked the dazzlingly beautiful woman in a spaghetti-strap dress, "Big Brother Huo just lets you go out and have fun this late at night?"

Meng Xianjin parted her red lips, her tone nonchalant. "You have no idea how boring he is. What's wrong with me finding a male confidant?"

"He's in Hong Kong. I just told him I'd be good and go straight to bed. Remember to keep it a secret."

As soon as she finished speaking, a cool, magnetic voice came from behind her. "Jinjin."

Meng Xianjin turned around stiffly.

The flashing neon lights illuminated the man's cool features, making his refined brows and eyes look unexpectedly bewitching.

Later, in the dead of night, in front of a full-length mirror,

Huo Qingchen wrapped his arms around the woman's waist from behind. His nose brushed the loose hair by her ear, and his hand held her chin as his low, magnetic voice turned seductive. "Be good. Three strikes and you're out. Count how many times I've caught you at the bar."

2.

Huo Qingchen was austere, calm, and self-possessed. At a young age, he had made his way through the business world with an iron fist and secured his place as head of the Huo family.

Meng Xianjin was bright, proud, and uninhibited. As the apple of the Meng family's eye, all she wanted was to lie flat and be a lazy little fish.

The kindest thing outsiders said about their marriage was that they were "together in name only." The less charitable ones said they "couldn't stand the sight of each other."

Until one day, the usually impeccably dressed and proper Mr. Huo showed up to a business meeting with a childish teddy bear and rose pin on his chest.

After a few drinks, one of the business partners couldn't hold back and nervously pointed at the pin. "Mr. Huo, this..."

Huo Qingchen paused, warmth blooming between his brows as he replied with a smile, "My wife gave it to me. She likes it."

Everyone: "!?"

Weren't they supposed to be on bad terms?

A sweet, spoiled little firecracker x a cool, refined, fatherly young nobleman

Meng Xianjin x Huo Qingchen

*The moon stayed awake tonight, and he secretly kissed the rose.*

-- Next up: Marriage First, Love Later: Lost Snow Mountain --

[Marriage first, love later | Long-planned scheme | Age gap]

1.

Mu Ci'en was born into the strict and proper Mu family in the capital. She hated its old-fashioned environment and, as a romantic hedonist, decided to make her first rebellious move.

But before she could get anywhere, she was done for. After one night together, she handed over her ID and household registration before she could even give him a check.

Zheng Yesheng was the head of the century-old Zheng family in Hong Kong. He was as elegant as an orchid and as noble and aloof as jade. The outside world praised him for his self-discipline, courtesy, and gentlemanly bearing.

On their first night as newlyweds, after reading through a set of family rules thicker than a magazine,

Mu Ci'en held back her anger and pointed at the neatly folded pillow and quilt. "You. Go sleep in the guest room."

The man had just come out of the bathroom, his brows still misted with moisture. He glanced at her coolly and opened the door to the master bedroom.

Mu Ci'en was just congratulating herself when an arm suddenly wrapped around her waist and lifted her off her feet without warning.

"If that's what you want, the guest room works too."

His cool voice fell by her ear.

Mu Ci'en: "!?"

2.

Married life was still far too dull.

After being reminded for the thirty-eighth time to sit up straight and the forty-second time not to talk while eating, Mu Ci'en decided to get a divorce.

Knowing how much Zheng Yesheng valued rules, she deliberately went out of her way to cross every line.

Watching male models walk the runway up close, tipping different handsome streamers seven figures every day for thirty days, inviting handsome guys to a uniform-themed party...

The good news: Zheng Yesheng agreed to the divorce.

The bad news: Zheng Yesheng got into a car accident and lost his memory, reverting to the memories he had at eighteen. He forgot that he'd agreed to the divorce.

--

"We already agreed before you lost your memory. Sign it."

In the hospital room, Mu Ci'en dressed in an exaggerated style Zheng Yesheng hated, and haughtily tapped the divorce papers with a pen.

"We don't get along anyway. Let's end things on good terms."

The man sat on the hospital bed and stared at her for a long moment before raising an eyebrow. "Is that so?"

The next second, he unhurriedly unbuttoned his hospital gown and pointed at a bite mark on his collarbone. "Isn't this yours?"

3.

To trick eighteen-year-old Zheng Yesheng into signing the papers,

Mu Ci'en endured the humiliation, but somehow things went off track.

Daylight broke.

A scorching kiss once again landed on her damp eyelashes.

"Who is better, me or him?"