A Spring Night Wedding [Marriage Before Love]

The next book, The Courtiers, is coming soon: showbiz benefactor romance x groveling-for-forgiveness arc. Blurb at the very bottom~

[Marriage alliance between wealthy families | Marriage first, love later | His secret crush comes true | Five-year age gap]

Beautiful heiress who gets away with anything x possessive family heir

As the beloved daughter of the Chen family, Chen Shuangjian had always known she had a fiance chosen for her through a childhood marriage arrangement.

Though she had never met him, his notorious reputation as a carefree playboy had already reached Hong Kong. A scandal over “flying into a rage for a beauty” had become common knowledge, and plenty of people in their social circle were waiting to see the young heiress come to a bad end.

But later, at a spectacular wedding held on an island, the guests stared in shock.

Wait, wasn't Second Young Master Xie supposed to be a womanizing playboy?

Wasn't this the aloof, untouchable heir to the group, Xie Jingyun, the eldest son of the Xie family?

/

The Xie family of Beicheng was famous, and Xie Jingyun, the eldest grandson of his generation, was exceptional even among his peers.

Cool and low-key, with a ruthless way of doing things, he had risen to the top at a young age and no one could rival him.

When he learned that his younger brother had overslept after drinking and missed his scheduled meeting with the Chen family's daughter, Xie Jingyun had no choice but to go in his place for the sake of the two families' relationship.

But Chen Shuangjian mistook him for someone else. Before he could introduce himself, she thrust a divorce agreement at him and said coldly, “Let's end the engagement. It'll be better for both of us.”

Without even looking at the agreement, Xie Jingyun stopped in front of her and lowered his eyes. After recognizing her face within seconds, he acted on an outrageous idea.

“Our families' engagement was arranged by our elders. If you're unhappy with this marriage partner, there's another option.”

Chen Shuangjian was taken aback. “What do you mean?”

The man laid a hand over the name that resembled his own, completely covering it. Then he brought his fingertip close to hers, right beside her name. “I mean, switch to someone else.”

/

After it came out that the top-quality red diamond in Chen Shuangjian's wedding ring had been in Xie Jingyun's possession for a year, people combined that with something he had said back then and labeled their marriage “prepackaged love.”

Even Chen Shuangjian herself had her doubts. Driven by curiosity, she tried to find something that could confirm her suspicions.

But she never expected to find a photo from seven years ago on Xie Jingyun's computer.

In the background, a building swayed amid the aftershocks of an earthquake. At the center of the frame, Xie Jingyun, barely in his twenties, was covered in wounds and dirt.

Chen Shuangjian recognized the unconscious girl on his back at a glance. It was her.

Later, she finally understood the poem he had encrypted several times and hidden in the oil painting in his study:

Not a single day or night that you forgot me passed without me thinking of you.

[Beautiful, spoiled enchantress x devoted, gentle, utterly fatherly man]

Reading guide:

1. Both leads are virgins, happy ending.

2. Includes an amnesia trope.

3. Fictional details everywhere, a fluffy romance written with total abandon!

The next book, The Courtiers, is coming soon~ Please add it to your reading list and show it some support.

[Strangers in public, kissing like mad in private | He falls first | An old flame rekindled, six-year age gap]

Radiant, proud actress x cool, self-restrained investor

After the film Lacquered Window became a huge success, Meng Qinghe's agent dragged her over to toast the film's investor at the celebration party.

The man wore elegant black. His features were handsome, his presence imposing, and he stood out from the crowd.

Her agent greeted him enthusiastically, but didn't even dare to say his full name, introducing him only as “Mr. Huo.”

Someone then brought up the fact that Meng Qinghe had studied Kunqu opera under a master performer and suggested she sing a few lines. The moment the suggestion was made, jeers and taunts broke out from those waiting to see her embarrass herself.

“If you want to hear opera, go to the theater. Why come here and make a nuisance of yourself?”

The room fell silent. All eyes turned to the man who had earlier seemed too important to spare anyone a glance: Huo Youze, chairman of Taijie Capital.

After the party, an assistant dressed in black led Meng Qinghe out the back door to his car.

The moment she got in, the man kissed her forcefully, stealing her breath in an instant.

“Blocked me again? Meng Qinghe, how many times is that now?”

/

The boldest decision twenty-two-year-old Meng Qinghe ever made was getting involved with Huo Youze after the Meng family went bankrupt and her parents moved abroad.

At first, her impression of Mr. Huo was that he was aloof, refined, and unsmiling.

But during all those nights they spent tangled together until dawn, she saw the cruelty beneath his gentlemanly exterior, just as cold and ruthless as his true nature.

He was the untouchable flower on the highest peak, someone no one in their circle dared offend. Yet she insisted on using him, insisted on standing on his shoulders to see the view from the summit.

She thought theirs was a game in which they each got what they wanted. But when everything was finally in place and she was ready to end things and leave, she saw the man's face darken for the first time.

He gripped her wrist tightly in his palm, his low voice by her ear. “When did I ever say we had that kind of relationship?”

/

Huo Youze first met Meng Qinghe on an elder's birthday. He had brought the will of a deceased person and was there to negotiate on their behalf.

Standing outside in the courtyard, he spotted a slender, graceful figure in the distance. She wore a pale costume and was made up for a Kunqu opera performance. When she happened to glance his way, he was entranced.

The housekeeper introduced her as Miss Meng, the new student of the deceased.

It was only later, in the middle of the night, when he repeated her name in his mind, that he understood: that instant had been the kind of hackneyed romance sung about in opera after opera.

He fell willingly.

#Every glance you give me is a blade that cuts to the bone#

#Willingly, I become your servant beneath the skirt#

Reading guide:

1. Both leads are virgins, happy ending.

2. Fictional details everywhere. The whole story is written with total abandon.

Theme: Love life and respect yourself.