The Nightingale and the God [Reunited After a Breakup]

| Not Related by Blood | Reunion After Years Apart | Rekindled Love | He Is Six Years Older | Difference in Status

{Tech Mogul Heroine | Restrained, Elegant Authority Figure}

On the day of Frost's Descent, the sky was gray and the wind was sharp. Ye Yuying followed her mother into the Cheng family after her mother married into it.

She stood in a corner, weather-beaten, knowing she was about to live under someone else's roof, like a migratory bird arriving out of season with nowhere to land.

When she looked up, she saw Cheng Mingdu in the thin fog of early winter.

The young man was already tall and straight, handsome and cool as frost. That glance was so fleeting, so seemingly unintentional, yet it lingered in her memories for years.

Years ago, Cheng Mingdu had been an all-around genius at Rongcheng No. 1 High School, listed on the school's honor roll and secretly written into girls' diaries.

Meanwhile, Ye Yuying played the sensible, well-behaved girl amid the shifting light and shadows of the Cheng household, but at school she was a fierce, unruly rebel.

One was admired in the spotlight. The other was honed into a thorn in the shadows.

*

Cheng Mingdu had never paid his stepsister any special attention. At home, she was quiet and polite, sweetly calling him "Brother" after school, with a clear, gentle gaze that showed no trace of sharpness.

But one evening, he saw with his own eyes as the girl beat someone bloody in an alley. When she staggered out, the ferocity of the fight still lingered in her expression, but she was more badly injured than anyone else.

The skin at her temple was split, and blood dripped from her eyelashes. Under his gaze, she looked away, disheveled and fragile.

He asked why she had fought. She bit her lip hard and said nothing.

The day's taunts echoed in her ears: "Ye Yuying, you actually have feelings for Cheng Mingdu... Isn't he your brother?"

He was a frost-covered snowfall in her dreams, the inescapable depths of winter of her youth.

*

With nowhere left to turn in life, she did not believe in gods or Buddhas, but made her most impossible wish over a dry well: to have Cheng Mingdu.

After she came of age, she finally kissed Cheng Mingdu, emboldened by alcohol.

His expression was stern as he gripped her chin. "Do you know who you're kissing?"

She said, "Of course. I've kissed you countless times in my dreams..."

Later, on a humid summer night, he leaned toward her, his lips almost touching the curve of her ear.

"I heard the wish you made."

Those words, "I heard you," burned like fire beside her ear, scorching a vast wilderness into being.

He did not know she had already decided to go abroad. On their last night before she left, he kissed her as he always did and held her gently. His embrace was restrained, yet carried the feeling of a resolute surrender.

"It's not that I never considered the consequences. I simply chose this willingly."

An uneasy light flickered in her eyes. When a god loses control, it is never the beginning of a way home, but the prelude to a fall.

And she was the fuse that set the divine statue ablaze, destined to be consumed by the flames.

The next morning, she boarded a flight to Europe with her luggage, without telling anyone.

She left quietly and swiftly, leaving behind a city full of turmoil and a terrible mess.

Her love burned hot, but it was not enough to hold the future she wanted.

She had done everything she could to draw close, and then used all her reason to pull away, setting off toward her own life.

Eight years later, Ye Yuying, a rising tech mogul, returned to China. They met again.

[Happy Ending, First Love for Both, Intense Push and Pull, Foster Family.]

[The leads are not registered under the same household, and their relationship contains no romantic feelings while they are legally family.]

[2024.4.15]

[Next Book] Reborn Before I Was Disfigured

When Qiao Ye visited her mother, she often sensed someone watching her from the next room.

The gaze was cold and clinging, like a lurking snake slowly slithering along her back.

At the end of the psychiatric hospital corridor stood an iron door that was always locked. Behind it was a dangerous madman.

People said he was Lu Xianchen, the eldest son of the Lu family.

He had once been a ruthless man who stopped at nothing, but after his father died by suicide, he went mad overnight. He lost his inheritance and spent his days in a wheelchair, raving in the darkness.

The Lu family's devil had become the Lu family's madman.

How tragic!

Everyone said Lu Xianchen was a killer. Qiao Ye kept her distance, until she read the silent pleas for help that he repeated over and over.

In the end, Qiao Ye opened that door.

A cold hand shot out of the darkness and gripped her chin tightly.

The man sat in a wheelchair, his face pale, but his gaze terrifyingly clear. There was nothing mad about him.

"Get me out of here, and I'll make sure you and your family want for nothing for the rest of your lives."

Qiao Ye risked her life to get a message out for him.

Satisfied, he pulled her close. His knuckles slowly traced the scar on her face, as if inspecting a personal possession someone had damaged.

Qiao Ye's whole body stiffened, helpless and afraid.

Since being disfigured, this was the first time anyone had looked at her like this, without disgust or pity.

There was only a cold, obsessive scrutiny.

His emotionless, icy eyes fixed on her. In a low voice, he asked, "Qiao Ye, how did you get this injury?"

"An accident when I was eighteen..."

"An accident?" He murmured elegantly, his voice cool and thin.

The next moment, he leaned toward her.

His warm, damp kiss fell on her ugly scar.

Qiao Ye shuddered.

But Lu Xianchen held the back of her neck, his voice hoarse and almost unnaturally tender.

"They ruined you."

"It doesn't matter."

"From now on, if anyone touches you, I'll chop off their hand."

*

On a pitch-black night, Qiao Ye watched Lu Xianchen get pushed from the top floor. She hurried to call for help, but someone struck her with a club, killing her instantly.

When she woke, Qiao Ye had returned to the year she was eighteen, before she was disfigured.

That same year, Lu Xianchen, the eldest son of the Lu family, returned from studying in Switzerland, ready to take over the family business.

Qiao Ye went to him. "Mr. Lu, please be careful of the people around you. Don't let yourself get into danger again."

The man in the chair was poised and distinguished, dignified and self-possessed, nothing like the man in the psychiatric hospital.

Later, Qiao Ye, who had once been repeatedly pushed aside, discovered that everyone in her dance troupe treated her with the utmost respect. They even gave her the best roles outright.

Everyone thought there was a powerful figure backing her, someone no one dared to offend.

That person was Lu Xianchen.

The man sat in the shadows, calmly removing every obstacle in her way.

"Qiao Ye, in this life, you have someone to rely on."

*

Qiao Ye was once the brightest rising star in the ballet world.

She made her stage debut at fourteen and amazed everyone with her skill. The media called her a rare genius.

But when she was eighteen, a spotlight fell from above during an awards ceremony. Her body was badly burned, her face disfigured, and she lost her chance to perform on the international stage.

Everyone said she was finished.

Only Qiao Ye knew she could not lose.

Her mother was the true genius, but a car accident took away her ability to walk. Qiao Ye would carry on the path her mother could not finish.

In her previous life, she struggled on despite her injuries. Ten years late, she finally won the world championship in St. Petersburg, only to die after achieving glory.

In this life, she would stop every tragedy and never let anyone trample her again.

The stage, the glory, the truth: she would take it all back.

*

Happy Ending, First Love for Both, One-on-One, Saving Each Other.

The male lead is a dark, obsessive madman, and is not a perfect character.

Both leads are reborn. There was a conspiracy behind the death in their previous life.

[Weibo: Jinjiang Su Qing]

Theme: Stay clear-headed and independent as you rise to the top.