Springtime in His Arms

Pure-hearted college student x refined, charismatic heir to a powerful Beijing family

[Rekindled romance + groveling pursuit + powerful man humbling himself for love + simmering tension]

1.

Winters in Beijing are bitterly cold.

So cold that even after all these years, Zhou Wei still remembered the first time she met Yan Shaokang.

It was a snowy afternoon.

Dressed too lightly, Zhou Wei stood outside the exhibition hall, shivering as the wind cut through her like a knife.

Yan Shaokang entered her world just then. She could even hear her own heart beating for him.

Just as the Beijing tabloids had written: "The heir to the top-tier Yan family, one of Beijing's most powerful, is a handsome man with refined manners and an elegant face."

He really was handsome, so handsome that Zhou Wei couldn't look away. She stared at him, completely forgetting herself.

Perhaps fate meant to grant her a love story. Or perhaps she'd been too reckless and offended him.

Before long, Yan Shaokang hung up the phone and walked through the biting wind and snow toward her.

She still remembered how awkward she'd been back then, so nervous that the apology on the tip of her tongue came out in a stammer, if at all.

Then his cool voice cut through the chaos in her mind.

"It's snowing so hard. Why are you standing out here alone?"

As soon as he finished speaking, his coat, still warm from his body, settled on her shoulders.

From then on, she willingly fell into every dream that had anything to do with Yan Shaokang.

2.

Back then, Zhou Wei was too naive. She thought that if she loved Yan Shaokang enough, he would stay by her side for the rest of her life.

But she forgot about the gulf between them, a gulf that could never be crossed.

He belonged to the untouchable elite, while she was just an ordinary student.

Zhou Wei was consumed by anxiety, feeling as though there had never been a place for her by Yan Shaokang's side.

His friends saw her as a lover he couldn't acknowledge.

His mother saw her as an annoying little plaything who was always getting in the way.

And he himself didn't seem to care about her all that much.

Still, stubborn and obsessive, Zhou Wei crossed the bone-chilling snow and overcame one obstacle after another to reach him, like a moth to a flame.

She was like a fawn lost in a maze, trapped inside and powerless to escape.

Then she saw the news that he was about to get engaged. In the photo, he had his arm around an heiress from a family on equal footing with the Yan family.

In that instant, Zhou Wei knew her dream was over, and it was time to wake up.

She packed all her belongings that very night and fled the dream Yan Shaokang had woven for her.

Zhou Wei left nothing behind. She gave him her most ardent youthful love, along with everything Yan Shaokang had given her when they loved each other most, without holding anything back.

She left it all to the man she loved so deeply, Yan Shaokang.

3.

They met again five years later.

Zhou Wei had thought she would never cross paths with Yan Shaokang again in this life.

He was so far out of her reach.

But fate had other plans. By chance, she met the man she had once loved so deeply, the man who had hurt her so much she had lost herself.

This time, Zhou Wei tried to avoid him, but Yan Shaokang pursued her at every turn.

She wanted to run from him again, but Yan Shaokang refused to let go. Just as she had once done, he overcame every obstacle and every objection, until he finally cornered her at a banquet.

She had nowhere left to run.

"Weiwei, could you please stop avoiding me?"

"This time, I want to die with your love for me."

[Reader's guide: 1. Both leads have only ever been with each other. A sweet romance with some angst in the middle.

2. Many original details; everything serves the plot.

3. If you like it, please add it to your favorites! Thank you.]

------(The following is a preview of an upcoming story)

[The Fake Socialite]

[Groveling pursuit x rekindled romance x powerful man humbling himself for love]

Piao Nanxing was a fake socialite, fake in the most conventional sense of the word.

Her daily routine consisted of wearing knockoff dresses and carrying counterfeit designer bags as she visited popular photo spots to take pictures.

She wasn't doing it to become an influencer or to get attention.

She simply wanted to marry a wealthy man and live a carefree, comfortable life with a happy ending.

Perhaps Piao Nanxing was just too determined, determined to become a beautiful but harmless, polished but unsophisticated "vase."

Before long, she caught the eye of the mother of a wealthy divorcé, who arranged a date for them.

Everything was going smoothly, but fate had other ideas.

Piao Nanxing never imagined that the divorcé's younger brother would see through her vanity at a glance.

She thought she would smoothly become a wealthy family's daughter-in-law. She'd even prepared herself to be a kind stepmother.

But at a banquet, he easily turned her sweet dream into a blade pointed at her future, leaving her unable to breathe.

The man approached, reeking of liquor and radiating an overbearing intensity, then cornered her in an empty alcove in the corridor.

The gentle facade he'd worn shattered completely. A casual, wicked amusement and an air of certainty surged in his eyes as he pierced every one of her disguises, one word at a time.

"Miss Piao."

His voice rose at the end, edged with mocking, icy amusement. Every word struck home.

"Or should I call you... my future sister-in-law?"

"Do my mother and brother know that your heiress identity is an act? That your prestigious overseas degree and your millions in assets are all fake?"

He leaned toward her, his warm breath brushing her ear, taking in every bit of her flustered embarrassment.

"By the way, sister-in-law."

"Does my brother know that a few years ago, you waited tables and worked at the hotpot restaurant under my name?"

Those words crushed the last of Piao Nanxing's dignity.

She'd never imagined that this man would so easily expose her fake-socialite identity. But she refused to show weakness. Trembling, she met his gaze and confronted him in a hoarse voice.

"What do you want? If all you want is to expose me, you can tell your brother directly. There's no need to beat around the bush and threaten me here."

The man lowered his eyes, gazing at her forced composure and the panic she couldn't conceal. His lips curled into a wicked, triumphant smile, open and burning with desire, so direct it made her heart race.

"What I want?"

"It was never to expose you."

He came closer again, so close that he cut off every possible escape. His low voice, thick with possessiveness, fell beside her ear.

Piao Nanxing had no choice but to listen to every taunting word.

"What I've always wanted is you."

"Sister-in-law, if my brother can have you, why can't I?"

The evening breeze swept down the corridor, and the lights swayed, illuminating the surging obsession in his eyes, the possessiveness and fixation he could no longer suppress.

His final words fell one by one, leaving Piao Nanxing no way to avoid him.

"Be with me."

"Just choose me, and for the rest of your life, you'll always be Miss Piao, dazzling and envied by everyone."

[Reader's guide:

1. This is an angst-heavy story!!! It gets very angsty later on.

2. Sister-in-law romance, with plenty of melodrama.

3. Updated daily. Please don't complain if it's not for you. The author is sensitive.]

Theme: Love makes people braver.