Heart-Pounding Whispers

[Main story complete. Bonus chapters updated according to the rankings.]

He pursues her | Unrequited love becomes mutual | Reunion after a long separation

Wen Mi had never imagined that she would see that person again in this life.

As she struggled through the crowd at the airport, suitcase in hand, someone accidentally knocked her to the ground.

The moment her hearing aid fell out, the world went silent in her ears.

Wen Mi's face flushed with anxiety. She was just bending down to pick it up when a hand reached it before she could.

Wen Mi looked up. A hand with distinct knuckles opened before her. She hurriedly took the hearing aid from his palm and thanked him repeatedly, only to hear a familiar, low voice say, "You're welcome."

At that moment, the hearing aid was back in place, her world came alive again, and his voice reached her ears.

Wen Mi froze in place. His footsteps fell upon her heart, but she held herself back and didn't turn around.

Still, she couldn't help glancing back after he had left.

His figure grew smaller and smaller, step by step, until he walked out of her world.

On the way back, her friend brought up the popular singer Song Huaiyan.

In his third year after debuting, his heavenly voice and looks that rivaled any traffic idol made him an undisputed top-tier star. He went on to win countless awards.

Yet he never gave interviews. There was only one exception. When a reporter asked what he wished for after winning an award, he paused, then looked up at the camera, his gaze deep and thoughtful.

"If I could, I'd like to meet my lyricist."

Everyone knew that although Song Huaiyan had been in the industry for five years, one lyricist had quietly written his lyrics for three whole years. Later, he took every song she had written to the biggest stages.

At this, her friend sighed, "I wonder who it is. She's so mysterious."

Wen Mi turned to look out the window and, after a long while, softly replied, "Yeah."

Jiang Shen had always known that his assistant looked gentle and reserved, but was decisive and tactful in her work.

Until one day, he noticed her repeatedly glancing at the album a friend had given him on his desk. He couldn't help asking, "Are you a Song Huaiyan fan too?"

Wen Mi fell silent for a long while, then shook her head and nodded. "I've liked him... for many years."

One day, Song Huaiyan posted his first personal Weibo message, announcing his retirement from the entertainment industry.

His fans couldn't believe that a man who had always cared only about his career would personally cut short his professional life.

Not long after, his final interview was released. The reporter asked, "What would you most like to say to your lyricist after meeting her?"

In the video, the man's usually stern features softened. A faint, tender smile appeared in his eyes as he looked at his left hand. A silver diamond ring sat plainly on his ring finger.

He smiled slightly. "There's no need. She's already my wife."

*A lighthearted, sweet little story. Don't overthink it. The writing is slow-burn. Both leads are virgins. Happy ending.

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Scheming, flirtatious heiress x refined, villainous power player

1.

The day Jiang Wanyu returned to the capital, the Jiang family held a lavish welcome banquet for her. That was the first time she met Song Boxi.

He was the head of the Song family, born into one of the capital's most powerful elite families. He was decisive and efficient, languid and aloof, and utterly heartless.

She stood in the crowd, watching him for a long time.

Not far away, the man's features were cool and stern. He listened to the flattery of the people beside him with casual indifference, but just as she was about to look away, he turned toward her without warning.

His gaze was like that of a predator watching its prey, his eyes dark and unhurried.

They met again at an auction. As she argued with someone, she was accidentally shoved. Just as she stumbled, someone caught her by the waist.

The man's cool voice sounded above her head. "Miss Jiang, your heels are rather high. Be careful when you walk."

The arm wrapped tightly around her waist belonged to the man rumored to be cold-hearted and unfeeling, yet it was strong and burning hot.

2.

At the time, rumors that the Song and Gu families were about to form a marriage alliance were spreading like wildfire. Almost everyone thought it was a done deal.

On the day of a private banquet for the two families, Jiang Wanyu saw a man standing by the floor-to-ceiling windows in the corridor outside a private room. The cigarette between his fingers glowed red, brightening and dimming.

She stopped in front of him. "Mr. Song, I assume you don't want to marry into the Gu family."

"I can help you."

The man narrowed his eyes and studied her thoughtfully, his gaze profound. "How?"

Jiang Wanyu's eyes were clear and bright. She rose onto her toes, leaned toward him, and bit down on the cigarette between his lips. "Like this."

His eyes darkened. He stared at her for a long time, his expression inscrutable. "Miss Jiang, it's easy to get on my boat. As for when you can get off, that's up to me."

Neither of them dared to give their heart completely to this ambiguous relationship.

It wasn't until the music ended and their affair drew to a close that she tried to leave with carefree abandon, and he refused to let her go.

They made a terrible mess of things.

Fortunately, he was a gentleman and understood that you couldn't force someone to stay. In the end, he only stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, ashes scattered across the floor, and gave her a long, heavy look. "You really want to leave?"

When she nodded without hesitation, he gave a scornful laugh. "Wanyu, do you remember what I told you?"

The darkness in his eyes settled into calm. He lifted his chin. "Go."

3.

After the Gu family fell for good, their affair continued to circulate privately in their social circle. Those in the know said that the most heartless Mr. Song had willingly served as a ladder to success just to make his beloved smile.

After their breakup, Jiang Wanyu made no effort to keep up with news from the capital. She simply lived her own peaceful life.

Until one evening, when she returned home late and found a familiar, handsome figure at her door. The man stood on the blue-gray flagstones. Hearing her, he stubbed out his cigarette and turned to look at her calmly, asking as if nothing had changed, "Why are you back so late?"

It was as if they had never been apart all those years.

Jiang Wanyu glanced at him and turned to leave, but he caught her from behind and pulled her into his arms.

His arms tightened until they trembled. He bent down beside her ear and asked through gritted teeth, "You really don't miss me at all?"

Jiang Wanyu looked at his shadow on the ground without turning around. "We've already broken up."

He gave a mocking laugh. "When did I ever say we broke up?"

He had said that it was easy to get on his boat, but hard to get off.

[A game between lovers. Whoever wants to play takes the bait.]

*1v1. The male lead is a model of virtue and is the first to fall in love.

*None of the characters in this story are perfect.

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