The Wind and Moon Carry Me Across

[Possessive Love | Hong Kong Tycoon vs. Opera Beauty]

At Wen Ruzhuo's debut performance, the audience erupted in applause as soon as she finished her song.

Her heart pounded with nerves. She accepted the flowers her boyfriend handed her, then accidentally stepped on her hem.

In her fluster, a hand steadied her by the waist.

She smiled politely, then was invited into a private room to play a piece on the pipa.

When she finished, someone drew back the Suzhou embroidery screen. A tall, graceful man sat elevated on the platform beyond it.

His voice was as deep and rich as when he'd caught her, his tone just as gentle and courteous. He seemed every inch a gentleman as he lowered his eyes and asked her:

"Flowers from your boyfriend?"

At the time, Wen Ruzhuo was merely a promising young opera singer, a qipao-clad beauty from the waterways of Jiangnan. With her voice as clear and sweet as a spring, she'd only just managed to establish herself on the stage.

Zhou Siheng, meanwhile, was already one of the most powerful men in Hong Kong. Though still young, he was worth tens of billions, and spent lavishly wherever he went. Countless people were eager to curry his favor.

Hearing his question, Wen Ruzhuo gave a small nod and looked up at him, her face flustered.

She asked, "Did I sing badly?"

Zhou Siheng smiled and nudged the roses her boyfriend had given her aside with the tip of his shoe. His posture remained elegant, his tall frame completely enveloping her. His gentle presence threatened to swallow her whole.

Yet his voice was still tender, as if he were merely discussing something with her.

"You sang beautifully. It's just that your boyfriend isn't right for you."

"Would you consider trading him in?"

One song bound Wen Ruzhuo and Zhou Siheng together in five years of passion.

The year they parted, a heavy snow fell over Hong Kong.

With the snow making the roads difficult to navigate, Wen Ruzhuo headed to the airport alone, suitcase in hand.

Behind her, a black Maybach followed at a slow pace, never falling far behind.

Then Zhou Siheng got out.

He held an umbrella, looking as languid and undisciplined as ever.

Smoke curled from the cigar between his fingers, bringing out the playful look on his face.

"So heartless. You're really leaving without looking back?"

At his words, Wen Ruzhuo's eyes suddenly reddened. Their five years of love and hatred had been like a hazy dream she could never quite wake from. She held her ground, resolute.

"I hope you'll stop pursuing me."

"That remains to be seen." Zhou Siheng fixed his inscrutable eyes on her, making no effort to hide how certain he was of winning her back.

He smiled. "I'll let you go this once."

One day after returning to China, Wen Ruzhuo unexpectedly ran into her first love.

The two stood facing each other in silence as cherry blossoms drifted down by the courtyard gate, accidentally settling on her hair.

Her ex reached out to brush them away.

The next moment, Wen Ruzhuo saw Zhou Siheng's dark, fathomless eyes across the river.

She instinctively shrank back, ready to flee, but he pulled her into a hidden side room.

A flurry of kisses fell along her slender collarbone as the man's forceful hand held her chin in place.

Wen Ruzhuo glared at him through reddened eyes. "Mr. Zhou, we agreed you'd stop pursuing me."

"Did we? I don't remember saying that." Zhou Siheng shrugged, his wicked air impossible to conceal as he clasped her hand without asking.

"Then I hereby declare the game over."

With her first love watching, Zhou Siheng kissed her brazenly.

"I won't let you go again."

[Reader's Guide]: 1. The heroine gets together with the hero only after breaking up with her boyfriend.

2. Both leads are each other's first and only partners. The hero has no exes, and she's his first kiss and everything else.

3. The snow was made with artificial snow machines. Don't overthink it.

--- Next up: Snowy Night, Wedding Night. Add it to your collection if you're interested. ---

[Rich Heiress vs. Stuffy, Chaste Daddy]

(1)

As the daughter of a top movie star, Zhou Fujia grew up doted on and pampered. She was Hong Kong's undisputed darling.

Shen Congliang was staying at the Zhou residence as her brother's investment partner.

Zhou Fujia and he were little more than acquaintances. She'd heard of Shen Congliang: cool-headed and decisive, he was a symbol of Hong Kong's wealth and the eye of the storm everyone wanted to be near.

But she didn't like men like him. She thought he was dull and old-fashioned, chaste and aloof.

She never expected Shen Congliang to bring not only an investment, but also an arranged childhood engagement agreed upon by their elders.

Zhou Fujia believed they were on entirely different paths. She refused to accept the marriage, and negotiations ground to a halt.

Shen Congliang looked at her for a long moment, then asked, "What would it take for you to agree to marry me?"

Zhou Fujia deliberately made things difficult for him. "Unless it snows in Hong Kong."

About an hour later, Shen Congliang called her. His voice was low. "Look up."

Zhou Fujia looked out the window. Eighty-eight artificial snow machines were sending a blizzard down for her.

It was a snowfall unlike any Hong Kong had ever seen. At the same time, fireworks burst over Victoria Harbour, announcing to the world a proposal that would capture everyone's attention.

(2)

When Shen Congliang first met Zhou Fujia, he knew she wasn't the most suitable choice.

She was too spoiled, and her princessy temper was hard to handle.

But later, he was glad. Glad he had the means to indulge her in everything.

One day, entertainment paparazzi suddenly broke the news that the two were possibly heading for divorce. There were even rumors that they'd lived apart ever since getting married.

An hour later, the official Weibo account of Shen Group posted something unusual.

The picture showed a gorgeous woman sleeping peacefully.

The caption was as concise and direct as Shen Congliang himself: "Always together @Zhou Fujia"

(3)

When Zhou Fujia first met Shen Congliang, she decided he couldn't possibly be her type. He was too cold and too boring.

One day after they were married, she threw a tantrum and demanded a divorce. Shen Congliang interrupted an international meeting and coaxed her over the phone. "What will it take for you to go to sleep like a good girl?"

With her eyes closed, Zhou Fujia answered offhandedly, "Come be with me."

Later that night, a plane circled over Hong Kong. Zhou Fujia opened the window and looked out to see a helicopter slowly descending toward the airport's helipad.

In the pitch-black night, Shen Congliang hurried to her side, bringing with him the icy chill of snow from a neighboring country. He gathered her into his arms.

Still stunned, Zhou Fujia blurted out, "How did you get here?"

Shen Congliang leaned down and kissed the corner of her eye, soothing her in a low voice. "Of course I came back to get my wife to sleep."

Theme: Only through independence and equality can we move toward a new life.