Tales of Wan Tang

Clear-headed college girl VS powerful man from the capital's elite circle (eight-year age gap) [This pirated version is incomplete. Please support the official version. Thank you.] [The bonus chapter for Sheng and Ji's couple is a gift for everyone. Subscribe to 80% of the main story to read it for free.] Xia Qingwan first met Ye Peixiu at a dinner party. As she happened to pass by, she heard a few wealthy young women excitedly whispering that Mr. Ye had arrived. When she went inside, she didn't need anyone to point him out. She immediately knew which one was Mr. Ye. Beneath the glittering crystal chandelier, the tall, composed man listened to his companion with his head slightly lowered. Every gesture was elegant, refined, and graceful. He had an impossibly handsome face and a broad-shouldered, long-legged physique, yet there was no hint of frivolity in his eyes, only proud solitude. Mr. Ye was powerful and understanding. His sincere, tender confession, the way he stood up for her and showed her the world, and his thoughtfulness in every detail made it impossible not to fall for him. But a distinguished man whose identity could not be spoken of, and a student just starting out in life: theirs was, after all, nothing more than a scandalous affair. They would have no future together. Xia Qingwan had always known that. Sure enough, two years later, she said she wanted to leave. Ye Peixiu was silent for a moment, then replied calmly, without a change in expression, “All right.” - Much later, the once-unapproachable Mr. Ye chased after her all the way to East Africa, travel-worn and dusty. In a cramped apartment in Nairobi, he pulled her close and looked down at her. “I've still not had enough.” Just like back when their passion was at its height, he had said in a hoarse voice, with the lazy drawl of a spoiled young master, “Taking you to admire flowers and drink tea is my way of affecting refinement. I'm just a vulgar man. What I want is you.” Only then did people learn that Mr. Ye, so far above everyone else, had treasured her from beginning to end. He could only want her. Reader's note: Both leads are sexually inexperienced, happy ending, slow burn, an old flame reignited. Theme: In my heart, flocks of wild geese fly by.