The Bewitching Beauty

A dazzling, pampered heiress fallen on hard times × a devoted, refined young CEO

Cheng Yi saw Fu Huaizhi again at a charity gala filled with the rich and famous.

The man moved through the crowd, raising glasses with one person after another. His tall, straight figure was set off by a custom-made suit. When their eyes met, the unfamiliar yet familiar feeling brought back the damp, rainy night six years ago, when a stubborn boy had stood beneath an umbrella at the foot of her apartment building, waiting for her all night.

Years ago, she had been the carefree heiress of the Cheng family. Now, everything had changed. He was high above the world, while she had fallen into the dust, becoming the most favored lover of a business tycoon, according to the rumors.

They brushed past each other, and she caught the scent she had missed for so long. Amid the din of the banquet, the man grabbed her wrist and pinned her in a corner. His urgent breath met hers, and their silent battle began.

*

Back in high school, Fu Huaizhi caught sight of the girl at a horse-riding club and remembered her name.

In an alley, when the girl was cornered, she grabbed Fu Huaizhi as he happened to pass by and said, with complete confidence, "Save me." They had met only once, but Fu Huaizhi inexplicably joined the fight. The girl seized his hand and ran. The wind roared in his ears as he watched her profile, his heart rippling with emotion.

His feelings came on like a storm. He didn't understand love, but he was willing to lower his head for her. His tenderness wound around her like silk, and he worried about her constantly, wanting to make her his alone.

Just as he'd planned out their entire future, their happiness came to an abrupt end. The year she finished her college entrance exams, Cheng Yi broke up with him unilaterally and vanished from his world.

From then on, Fu Huaizhi never again smelled osmanthus blossoms like those that had filled the garden that year.

Cheng Yi became a forbidden scar he could never mention.

*

When they met again, she was a notorious temptress, mocked and criticized by countless people. He was a promising young man, a rising star in business whom everyone fawned over.

Cheng Yi thought there would never be anything between her and Fu Huaizhi again, but he buried his face against her neck, tears as hot as his heart. "Yuanyuan, come home with me."

Cheng Yi's nose stung. "Fu Huaizhi, we're not seventeen anymore."

Later, he doggedly worked to clear her name, bit by bit. He gently mended her battered, broken soul. This time, he followed behind her, as patient as ever.

Cheng Yi finally stepped out from behind the scenes and won the medical award she deserved. That evening, the man held her in his arms, his long fingers guiding her hand as they wrote a name, stroke by stroke, on the golden-red base, a name more precious than before.

Everyone said Cheng Yi was lucky, but they didn't know that Fu Huaizhi had crossed six years of time before he could finally bring his precious dream with his first love to its conclusion.

My next novel will be Who Is My Husband? The full manuscript is already complete.

One afternoon at 46.33 degrees north latitude and 7.75 degrees east longitude, Yun Duanyue opened her eyes in a hospital bed.

She turned her head and saw the winding Alps through the floor-to-ceiling window. Foreign doctors in white coats filed into the room. As they spoke to her with concern, she couldn't help looking at the machine quietly running beside her bed. A line of gold lettering was printed along its edge:

EternaLux Rejuvenator.

Yun Duanyue's heart sank.

-

Life after losing her memory was even harder than she'd imagined.

Although her rumored fiance sent her a fresh bouquet of Freud roses every day, and the St. Moritz ski resort next to the sanatorium lived up to its reputation, Yun Duanyue was still lonely and miserable.

That day, she was sitting by the ski slope, taking a break. Just then, a tall, handsome figure hurried toward her.

"I'm sorry I'm late." The refined-looking man had red eyes. He kissed her temple tenderly. "Let's get reacquainted. I'm your fiance, Jiang Zhaoye."

Looking at his face, both familiar and unfamiliar, Yun Duanyue hesitantly touched the back of his neck.

His body stiffened beneath her hand, then he pulled her into a tight embrace.

-

Her lost memories did not return with time. Instead, Yun Duanyue would often suddenly faint.

With no other choice, her fiance took her back to St. John's Sanatorium to receive treatment from the EternaLux Rejuvenator.

"Are you close with him?"

She had just waved goodbye to her fiance when Yun Duanyue suddenly heard a cool male voice behind her. It belonged to her fiance's older brother.

Her heart skipped a beat. She turned and met his calm gaze, feeling unexpectedly embarrassed.

"I..."

Apparently not wanting to hear her answer, the usually courteous man interrupted her. "Never mind. He is your fiance, after all."

Theme: Trust each other and communicate honestly