Biting Green

[Soft, fragile wallflower vs. suave, unhinged troublemaker] Nine-year age gap | Powerful man lowers his head | A touch of forced love | Taking by force | Size difference When Chi Lu went to university, she saw her uncle again. He had become the untouchable head of a powerful conglomerate. Afraid he might take out the grudges between their elders on her, and knowing they belonged to different worlds, she deliberately kept her distance whenever they met. Eyes lowered, she would timidly call him, “Uncle.” The man she called Uncle folded his arms and lazily looked her over, his gaze sweeping across her plain white cotton dress. He gave a cool, mocking laugh. “I don't have a niece that old.” Chi Lu pressed her lips together and didn't dare argue. They really weren't related by blood. Everyone said Shen Xuqiu was immensely powerful and ruthless, someone best avoided. He also had a refined, aloof face that seemed to warn strangers to keep away. Chi Lu knew that all too well. Every visit to his villa to atone on behalf of her elders was an “ordeal.” Chi Lu thought her uncle hated her. Until one night, in the brightly lit study, the man forcefully pinned her against the desk. He traced her lips with his fingertip and said in a quiet voice, “Wouldn't it be better to be with me? You're the only one who's seen my abs, the only one who's sat on my thigh, and you have my first kiss.” His warm breath brushed her face. “You'll have my first time, too.” After that, Chi Lu had two new opinions of Shen Xuqiu: He had no morals. He was a scumbag. Chi Lu had never considered him her boyfriend. She was always thinking of ways to get away. Then one banquet finally made him lose his temper. Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows of a hotel penthouse, the city blazed with lights. She begged, “Uncle.” Shen Xuqiu gripped her chin, his gaze fierce and his voice hoarse. “What kind of uncle would do this with you? Call me hubby!” At first, Shen Xuqiu had no plans to get involved with a girl nine years younger than him. But he couldn't stop his gaze from falling on her. One day, he suddenly wanted to kiss the mouth that had sung him a birthday song. So he did. The next morning, he said, “I never deny myself what I want.” Chi Lu, meanwhile, had never taken him seriously. She humored him, watched calmly as he scowled, made threats, and then came back a few days later as if nothing had happened. The last time, she ran away again. When he found her again in a foreign country, Shen Xuqiu kissed her forehead as if she were a precious treasure, wanting to bind her to his very bones. He murmured, “What kind of boyfriend do you like? I'll change.” ■ Content Warnings and Reading Guide * The hero is possessive, doesn't know how to love, and is scheming and obsessive. * The hero loves the heroine deeply. Expect a mix of sweetness, bitterness, and angst. * Old-school romance, both leads are sexually inexperienced and faithful. * The leads are not related by blood, but are connected through family. Separator Please add my next story of the same type to your reading list, "Taking Cheng"~ Taking by force | Eight-year age gap | Both leads sexually inexperienced and faithful (the blurb may be slightly revised, but the core premise won't change, please add it to your list) Hong Kong tycoon × poor university student | Polished scoundrel × bright, lively beauty He Cheng, from a poor neighborhood, got into the Chinese department at the University of Hong Kong with the help of her sponsor in Hong Kong. At her grandmother's insistence, she brought local specialties to thank him after arriving for the start of term. Busy adjusting to university life, she didn't visit the hilltop mansion until a month later. It was her first time meeting her sponsor, and her first time meeting a man so gentlemanly and refined. His powerful presence made her nervous. Standing in the bright, spacious, spotless living room, she clutched a red bag full of local specialties, feeling awkward and ill at ease. He poured her tea naturally and thoughtfully asked whether she had adjusted to life in Hong Kong and how her studies were going. Zong Xubai's kindness put her at ease. Grateful, she agreed to whatever he asked of her. - He Cheng's long-distance boyfriend came to Hong Kong to visit her for the weekend. The two shared a bowl of fish balls on a street in the city center. Suddenly, torrential rain began to fall. Her boyfriend took off his shirt and held it over her head. She looked up at him, her clear, bright eyes full of shy happiness. At that moment, a car drove past. Zong Xubai sat in the dark car and caught sight of them. He told the driver to stop. Through the lowered window, the girl's smile was as fresh and soothing as orange blossoms in midsummer. His long fingers curled on the car window. Holding an orange umbrella, he got out and walked straight toward them. Zong Xubai's arrival made the mood strangely tense. He remained composed and gentlemanly, pushing the umbrella handle into He Cheng's palm. “You should switch.” He Cheng didn't understand. “The shirt,” he said evenly, his voice mingling with the raindrops. “Switch it for an umbrella.” He Cheng thought she was reading too much into his words. Her boyfriend got drunk. In the luxurious car, Zong Yinli took off his gold-rimmed glasses and slowly wiped the lenses, his thin lips forming the words, “I don't mind you having one on each side, like you do now.” He Cheng didn't want any other kind of entanglement with her sponsor, so she gradually distanced herself. Until her family ran into financial trouble, and she remembered the man she hadn't contacted in a long time, the one who had said all he knew how to do was make money. It was another rainy night. He Cheng knelt on a wool carpet, shivering with cold and hugging herself. Zong Yinli brought a dry towel and lifted her into his arms. She trembled in his embrace like a drenched sparrow, not even daring to raise her eyes. “Break up with him. If you want all of Central, I'll give it to you.” - Zong Xubai first saw He Cheng at a University of Hong Kong banquet, where she had stepped in at the last minute as the host. Her dress had been washed until it was faded, and her long curls, as if undernourished, fell across her chest like seaweed. She smiled at the audience as the stage lights followed her. She looked like a porcelain doll who had wandered into the human world. Her voice was crisp and gentle, and her clumsy Cantonese was rather adorable. A friend noticed him staring and teased, “You like that type? I'll get someone to ask her to have a drink with you in a bit.” Zong Xubai smiled. But the person he sent came back and said the girl didn't drink. The smile faded from Zong Xubai's lips. He hadn't expected her to ring the villa's doorbell the very next day. Theme: Dare to pursue what you want.