A City of Lights [Rugged Hero]

Tough, no-nonsense construction team captain × sweet, delicate news reporter

1 / During her internship, Lin Zhinian gets her first assignment: go to a construction site and report on urban development.

She holds a stack of papers in one hand and dangles a pair of nude high heels, their heels caked with mud, from the other. Her small, pale feet walk through the muck, like a fairy who has wandered into a swamp.

Xu Li mistakes her for some "unwanted bystander" on the construction site. Frowning, he snaps, "Hey! Who let you in here?"

Lin Zhinian freezes and turns around. A buzz cut, broad shoulders, an untamed presence. From the first glance, she knows she wants this man.

The next time they meet,

Lin Zhinian wears her press badge and introduces herself formally. "Hello, I'm Lin Zhinian, an intern reporter with Qingzhou Television."

Xu Li barely raises his eyelids. He flips her press badge over and says in a hard voice, "I'm not accepting interviews."

2 / Xu Li knows Lin Zhinian is flirting with him.

But he's not interested in a woman who dumped him in high school, forgot all about him, and now wants to get back together.

Without a word, he leaves with his team for a project out of town, volunteering to work deep in the mountains.

The wilderness is vast, the moon clear, the breeze light.

Xu Li stands beside the lake, his heavy, oppressed breathing mingling with the frogs' croaks.

Everything here is fine, except he feels stifled.

So, on a day of torrential rain, when Xu Li returns from a job and sees the little woman who chased him all the way from Qingzhou, soaked through, he can't help but fall for her again.

The bathroom is a wild tangle of passion. At last, moonlight settles over the treetops, and they tremble together through the night.

A seemingly well-behaved girl who's actually a little minx / a man who pretends not to care

Reading guide:

1. Not a first-time romance, so if you require both leads to be sexually inexperienced, please don't come in.

2. Bad ending.

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"The Wolf Whistle"

Sharp-tongued female writer × roguish ship captain

Su He is sick.

Before winter arrives, she comes to a run-down little coastal county. While waiting by the roadside for someone to pick her up, a man gives her a wolf whistle.

She looks up, listless and irritated.

Tall, good-looking and unkempt, as if he'd just been hauled out of the water, glistening with sweat and with a little dust on his cheek.

At first glance, she frowns.

At second glance, she pauses, because she knows this man. He Yunsheng, her college classmate.

But the man clearly didn't recognize her at first, and even tried to hit on her as if she were a stranger.

She gives a slight smile, then mocks him as she looks him up and down. "Have you really fallen that far?"

The man takes the insult with a crooked grin. "You too. Where are you headed? Want a lift?"

"No thanks." Su He takes out her phone to call the person picking her up. Suddenly, a ringtone sounds beside her. It's He Yunsheng's phone.

They both freeze.

He Yunsheng raises an eyebrow. "Come on, missy. Looks like you don't have a choice now."

*

He Yunsheng realizes Su He seems to be sick.

Ever since she moved into the He Family Guesthouse, she's been causing trouble, either arguing with other guests and driving them away or complaining that his dog keeps running around.

But he's willing to put up with this sharp-tongued woman with a soft heart, because he's been attracted to her looks for a long time.

So, after fixing Su He's showerhead one day, he leans against the doorframe, looking relaxed, and asks with a smile, "The hotel offers other services, too. Interested, Miss Su?"

That night, a small stream becomes a sea. The harbor waves roll in again and again, sweeping her into the deep.

From then on, He Yunsheng's daily routine is sailing and riding the current.

A man who seems like a flirt but is actually a traditional, fatherly boyfriend / a sensitive little hedgehog

Theme: Through the lens of the media, show the warmth of society.