A Sleepless Spring Night [Marriage Before Love]

★ The heroine falls in love after marriage; the hero has been plotting this for a long time (after the heroine comes of age)

★ Age gap: 6–8 years

The first time Wen Yanxi met Pang Hechuan, he was a detached, rebellious sixteen-year-old boy who shot her a wicked glance from his narrow eyes.

Little Yanxi shrank back and looked obediently at the boy who wasn't related to her by blood. "H-Hello, Uncle."

Pang Hechuan returned to the country on Wen Yanxi's sixteenth birthday.

The banquet hall was full of guests, yet Wen Yanxi, the birthday girl, couldn't even get a seat at the main table.

A troublemaker teased her, "Well, well, why is the birthday girl sitting with us? Is the main table too crowded for you?"

Wen Yanxi lowered her head. Beneath the table, her hand clenched, then relaxed.

Just then, the man seated at the head of the main table spoke. "Little Yanxi, come sit beside me."

In an instant, the whole room fell silent.

When the Song family ran into trouble, she begged him for help. He said, "I can help you, but there's a condition."

"What condition?"

"Marry me."

On their wedding night, Pang Hechuan held her down. "It'll only be fun if we're both willing."

"In your dreams. That day will never come."

His deep eyes reflected her panicked attempts to look away. "Don't be so sure, Mrs. Pang."

Everyone thought Pang Hechuan had stolen his nephew's fiancee to take revenge on the Song family, and Wen Yanxi thought so too.

Only Pang Hechuan knew that the studious-looking Wen Yanxi, the one who blushed at the slightest thing and didn't dare meet his eyes... was the very one he'd longed for and coveted day and night.

★ Coming soon: Snow Sent on a Moonlit Night

The first time Zhou Yu saw Lin Chaole, it was a snowy night in the dead of winter. She was a mess, her face streaked with tears.

He tossed her an umbrella.

She heard he came from a distinguished family and was its only son.

At the beginning of their story, she was the one who approached him. Later, she was also the one who disappeared without a backward glance.

The day they reunited was another snowy night. In a blizzard in Paris, she was robbed and left penniless, with no one to turn to and nowhere to go but the streets.

He passed by, dressed in a suit and surrounded by people, every inch the dignified gentleman.

She was soaked through, like a stray cat, even more disheveled than when they'd first met.

For a second as they passed, she grabbed his suit sleeve. Her eyes reddened. "Could you take me to the embassy?"

Everyone thought he must have grown to hate her over the years and would surely turn her down.

But to their surprise, he still helped her.

That night, he came out of the bathroom wearing only a towel.

Their eyes met. Her hand faltered on the zipper, and her dress slipped halfway down.

He came over and pulled it back up for her. "All you have to do is crook your finger, and I'll obediently go wash up and come over."

Standing behind her, he watched her in the mirror, smiling with both innocence and wickedness.

"Am I being good?"

[The snow that fell when they first met would quietly melt on the moonlit night they reunited years later.]

Created and excerpted on 2023.12.10

Theme: Happiness, one day at a time