Try Saying You Don't Like Me

Yin Qiuman still had feelings for He Xinglan. Even though she had been the one to break up with her, she kept her number pinned at the top of her contacts for seven years.

But He Xinglan hadn't come back in seven years. Little by little, Yin Qiuman started to believe there was no chance for them anymore. Then a game of truth or dare reconnected the thread between them.

The number she'd thought was disconnected rang, and someone answered. After seven years apart, He Xinglan returned to the place where Yin Qiuman was.

This time, Yin Qiuman wouldn't be a coward. She would chase after her, boldly and without hesitation, and win He Xinglan back no matter what.

He Xinglan had kept someone in her heart. It was the first stirrings of love from her youth, and even after they reunited, no matter how much resentment she felt, she still answered every time Yin Qiuman called.

More importantly, He Xinglan discovered that seven years later, Yin Qiuman had blossomed from a sweet little flower into a vixen. Every time Yin Qiuman flirted with her, it nearly did her in.

He Xinglan: Forget it. I was born to work myself to the bone.

Bold, scheming top student x fiercely possessive underachiever who falls apart at the slightest flirtation

Some loves survive every trial, and some people remain the one you want, no matter how dazzling the world outside may be.

New novel coming soon: My Contract Marriage Partner Is Both Beautiful and Rich

Song Zhiye was famous among Qingcheng's wealthy circles for being a gold digger. Everyone knew that with her pretty face, Song Zhiye cared about money, not people. If you paid her, there was nothing she wouldn't agree to. If she turned you down, there was only one explanation: you hadn't offered enough.

Rong Jian offered enough, so Song Zhiye became Mrs. Rong.

Everyone said Song Zhiye had married Rong Jian for her money.

Song Zhiye told everyone that if Rong Jian weren't rich, she wouldn't marry a woman in a million years.

She even wished Rong Jian would die sooner rather than later. After all, she and Rong Jian hadn't signed a prenuptial agreement or made any arrangements to separate their assets before marriage. If Rong Jian died, Song Zhiye could inherit all her estate and get rich without lifting a finger.

But wasn't this supposed to be a contract marriage?

Why did Rong Jian have to control everything she did?

No smoking, no drinking, no clubbing. She even had to manage all three of Song Zhiye's meals.

And most importantly, Rong Jian was so sickly that she spoke like she had no strength at all. Song Zhiye could even carry her bridal-style with ease, yet one look from Rong Jian was enough to make her give in on reflex?!

Song Zhiye: "Fuck it. I don't want the money anymore."

Song Zhiye couldn't stand this miserable life and decided to end the contract marriage early. But...

Why was she sharing a bed with Rong Jian?

And what was that hickey on Rong Jian's neck?

Had she done that?

Song Zhiye was in a panic.

Rong Jian: "You slept with me, so you have to take responsibility."

Theme: Love can overcome any hardship.