[Proud, flirtatious actress x cool-headed, scheming power broker]
*No real-life inspirations. Please don't associate this with anyone.
You Jiasong was blessed with an exceptionally beautiful face, both gentle and radiant, bright as spring blossoms. Yet she still struggled to make a name for herself in show business, dogged by scandals and controversy.
After many years away, the Sheng family's younger son, Sheng Yi, returned to the country in a blaze of publicity and took over the old man's position, becoming the youngest person ever to hold power in the Sheng family.
The outside world knew very little about him. The few rumors out there said only that he was aloof, but ruthless in his methods.
They unexpectedly reunited at an anniversary celebration. She swallowed the "Uncle" that almost slipped from her lips, and their eyes met briefly.
He was the dream of every wealthy young lady in Lincheng. At the time, she was at her lowest point.
Her father had frozen her bank cards, kicked her out of the house, and pressured her to retire from the industry.
As her life grew more and more miserable, she shamelessly clung to him.
"Uncle, could you lend me some money?" You Jiasong looked at him pitifully.
"No."
"I'll sell off some of my property in a couple of days and pay you right back."
"I'm not lending you any."
You Jiasong sighed and said quietly, "Fortunately, I'm still young. I could find a sugar daddy. As long as I'm obedient, he might give me thirty or fifty thousand a month."
His gaze darkened. He turned and took a bank card from the drawer. "The PIN is your birthday."
Later, her birthday finally arrived.
The vast banquet hall was filled to capacity. She hid beside the stage, searching hard for him, but couldn't find him.
The clock struck midnight, ushering in her twenty-seventh year. Ribbons fluttered down from the sky. When she lowered her eyes, he was standing in the front row among the crowd, smiling at her.
"In theory, a surprise after a disappointment isn't a surprise."
But last night's aurora borealis had really been dazzling, so she could just about forgive him for arriving late.
"The aurora borealis became the magnetic field between us, and your hand rested on my shoulder."
Northern Lights
My new novel, I Want to Fall in Love with Teacher Taotao, is now available. Please add it to your reading list~
Synopsis:
[Upbeat, sweet kindergarten teacher x refined but wicked university professor]
[Reunion after years apart | SC | HE | The jerk still can't let her go]
Tao Xi, who isn't particularly skilled at any of the four arts of the scholar, successfully gets a job at a private kindergarten after graduating and becomes the children's teacher. Everyone affectionately calls her Teacher Taotao.
Song Yanqiu, the youngest associate professor in the History Department at Lin'an University, is forced to babysit for his older sister. On the very first day he takes over, he's called in for a parent-teacher meeting.
A clean, tidy office. A mischievous nephew who refuses to learn his lesson. The fearsome father of the child who got beaten up.
He turns to leave and calls his sister. "Come pick up your son. I can't handle him."
When he finishes speaking and looks up, he sees her, so familiar.
The surroundings are utterly silent, quiet enough to hear a pin drop. She appears right before him, her image overlapping with the one in his memories.
Song Yanqiu turns slightly, having changed his mind. "Never mind. I can handle him."
Little Scene 1:
Song Muyun is puzzled. Lately, Song Yanqiu keeps volunteering to pick up the child after school.
One day, she skips work and picks up her child from kindergarten early. She buys fried chicken and cola, then gently coaxes him, "A Ming, why do you always make your uncle pick you up after school?"
Qin Yuming's mouth is greasy from eating. He takes a big gulp of cola, then answers seriously, "Because Uncle wants to see Teacher Taotao. Didn't you know, Mom?"
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Little Scene 2:
During the summer home-visit month, Tao Xi goes from house to house with the assistant class teacher and the childcare teacher.
When their car stops outside Song Yanqiu's house, Qin Yuming eagerly watches for them. The moment he sees Tao Xi, he runs over with his arms outstretched. "Unc..."
He gets halfway through the word and runs a little farther before realizing something is off. "Teacher Taotao!"
Theme: Stay true to your original intentions and grow together.
Thank you to heaven, thank you to earth, thank you for your hard work~
Why is there no comment on this book... Isn't it because this biological father is too cruel? Knowing that his daughter is being bullied now, he doesn't vent his anger and drags his feet. He had a quarrel at noon and changed the door lock in the afternoon. He didn't even let anyone pack his luggage? Are you afraid that something will happen to such a big and beautiful daughter? Fortunately, this is a novel.
Wow [Spreading Flowers] There are so many extras, when will Dada open the next one? I'm really fascinated by Dada. Can you please write more? Love to watch 😚
Madam, what are you doing? The Guinness record is typing 807 letters per minute. Calculating that each Chinese character requires six letters, you can type approximately 134 words per minute. Since you are not the record holder, let's calculate it as 100 words per minute. According to the standards of the world organization, a person's healthy sleep time is eight hours, and you spend about two hours eating every day, 20 minutes to go to the toilet, 40 minutes to wash, one hour to exercise, two hours to get inspiration, and then stripping off another hour of dazed fishing, you should have nine hours to type and type 54,000 words, but you only put so little content every day, how come? To be honest, is it a deduction? None of the donkeys in the production team dared to rest like this, so my wife quickly got up to code!!! Don't make me beg you
God: What is your wish? Me: I want the world to be destroyed. God: This is too difficult, let's change it. Me: I want the author to update soon. God: Let's talk about how to destroy the world. A girl fell under a pool of blood. Her hands stained with blood were raised tremblingly. Under the dim light, the girl's expression was painful, as if she had used her last strength to squeeze out a broken word from between her teeth: "Hurry... More... New..." Do you know? That night, I sat on the rooftop of the 36th floor. My right eyelid twitched 102 times, I lost control of my mood 8 times, and cried 23 times. I still couldn't understand why the author didn't update? 😭 😭 😭