Concealing Mount Sumeru [Marriage Before Love]

The next book I'll write is Love in Hong Kong: a schoolgirl x a powerful Hong Kong tycoon, with a sponsorship plot.

Blurb for this story

[An aloof, chaste beauty x a bright, proud cha chaan teng owner]

[Five-year age gap, marriage before love.]

1.

After marrying Shen Que, Song Zhiye left to study abroad without a word.

Three years later, Zhiye returned to the country to find her family in crisis. She hurriedly took over the cha chaan teng, which was on the verge of closing, and went out to meet an investor. When he began coveting her beauty and made his intentions clear, Zhiye ran into Shen Que.

The man wore a black bespoke suit, its sharp lines emphasizing his perfect figure: broad shoulders, a narrow waist, and long, eye-catching legs. The commanding presence of a man in power was impossible to ignore.

With a single glance, Shen Que stepped in to protect Song Zhiye.

Later, Shen Que held her so tightly she could barely escape his embrace. Zhiye tried to wriggle free.

Shen Que: “You already ran away once. Want to try again?”

2.

There's a saying in the capital: anyone in this circle is easy to deal with, except Shen Que. Best not to provoke him.

The Shen family of the capital has been in business for over a hundred years, and every generation has been a force to be reckoned with. Shen Que, the family's young master, is a cut above the rest. Reserved and inscrutable, meticulous and perceptive, he became the investment world's golden finger at a young age.

They say Shen Que is an untouchable beauty, that no ordinary woman can catch his eye and no one can make him break his rules.

Little do they know he married young, breaking his own rules long ago.

Only Shen Que knows how many rules he has broken for Song Zhiye in this lifetime.

She is the hidden universe in his heart.

A little scene.

The Shen family ancestral home.

Bored, Zhiye wandered into Shen Que's study. She casually opened a thick book on traditional Chinese medicine, and a yellowed sheet of paper fluttered to the floor. The handwriting was elegant and handsome, and the name Song Zhiye filled the page.

She looked up. The usually dignified and composed man explained with a hint of embarrassment, “I wrote it a long time ago. I forgot to put it away properly.”

“But all those things in the past...”

Before she could finish, the man pulled her into his arms. The familiar scent of cedar spread around them as he tightened his embrace again and again, afraid she might fade away like mist.

“I remember it all.”

And that was enough!!!

A marriage-before-love story from the heroine's perspective, and a secret crush coming true from the hero's.

Reading guide: One-on-one romance, both leads have no prior sexual experience, happy ending.

The next book, available to preorder, is Love in Hong Kong:

[Schoolgirl x powerful Hong Kong tycoon]

[Eleven-year age gap / an old flame reignites / one-on-one romance / both leads have no prior sexual experience]

1.

At sixteen, Ming Yang became a ward sponsored by Huo Zhaolin.

Pushed forward by her uncle and aunt, who eagerly fawned over him, the frail girl lowered her eyes and stood before Huo Zhaolin.

She wore a blue dress washed pale from wear. Her shoulder blades stood out sharply, and the hem fell far too short, exposing skinny calves marked with scabs that had yet to heal. Dry, yellow hair covered most of her face.

Huo Zhaolin gazed at the crown of her head. “Would you be willing to come with me?”

Ming Yang looked up, her beautiful black eyes astonishingly bright. “Mr. Huo, I would.”

Later, he taught her Cantonese and etiquette, sent her to a prestigious school, and transformed her from a pearl covered in dust into the brightest flower in Hong Kong's elite social circle.

2.

At twenty-three, on the day of her graduation, she wore the designer gown Huo Zhaolin had given her and stood on a stage before a vast audience.

Clutching her diploma, she rushed toward him, only to see his Rolls-Royce pull up at the Peninsula Hotel and pick up his fiancee, who had returned from studying in the United States.

In Lan Kwai Fong, the girl was tipsy, smiling brightly at a man who was trying to pick her up. Huo Zhaolin rushed over and yanked her into his arms, gripping her so hard her wrist hurt.

Taking advantage of her drunkenness, the girl pressed her damp lips against his burning Adam's apple. “Mr. Huo, could you not get married?”

The man's hand froze on her lower back. After a moment, he said, “Yangyang, we're not right for each other.”

She was a jacaranda in full bloom, while he was already past thirty. They couldn't overcome the age gap.

3.

After that, Ming Yang vanished from his world completely.

Huo Zhaolin remained calm and composed on the surface, but on a rainy night, he tore apart the photo his subordinate had handed him.

In the photo, the girl he'd raised with his own hands was holding hands with a blond young man.

A private jet cut through the night sky over Sydney. At dawn, Huo Zhaolin knocked on the apartment door.

The moment it opened, he pinned her against the wall and kissed her with burning intensity, his lips and teeth conveying an overwhelming desire to possess her.

“Break up with him,” the man rasped, his forehead resting against hers, his posture utterly humble. “Yangyang, I regret it.”

Theme: She is the hidden universe in his heart!