A Long Spring Dream [Mending a Broken Relationship]

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[Reunion after a long separation / rekindled romance / the powerful one bows his head / winning back his wife at great cost]

A gentle, clear-eyed beauty x a cold-on-the-outside, warm-on-the-inside CEO

Four years ago, Shi Sui lived out a dream.

A well-meaning person warned her that a rich young heir like him would never give her his true heart.

She only lowered her head and smiled. He would soothe her to sleep on nights when she couldn't rest. He would search the whole city because of something she said in her sleep, just to buy back her family home for her. After every embrace, he would whisper in her ear, "Sui Sui."

Until she offered him her whole heart, only to hear him mock her with his friends.

So he hadn't been dating her after all. To him, she was nothing more than a mildly amusing toy.

That day, a damp, heavy rain fell. Shi Sui retrieved the gift from the trash and went to meet the woman who was, in name, his mother.

In the quiet tea room of a secluded courtyard, the young madam smiled and handed her a check. "Miss Shi, Shen Rang is about to get engaged to the Bai family's daughter. Consider this compensation. As women, I hope you'll choose the right path."

Shi Sui accepted the check. At the airport entrance, she looked back at the city that held almost all her memories, then walked inside without a trace of reluctance.

The Shen heir was famous as an untouchable flower. Everyone in their circle knew about his fastidiousness, and countless people had tried to win him over. Then someone who claimed to love him took a check and ran away.

The night she left, Shen Rang sat alone all night. At dawn, he took over the family business and gained complete control of its vast empire over the next few years.

Four years later, she returned to the country. He had planned to break her and make her understand her mistake.

He drove her into a corner, and, unable to control his disobedient hand, gripped her chin. "Fifty million. Stay tonight."

He pulled the softness he had held four years ago into his arms with one hand, only to discover that there wasn't a trace of him in her eyes.

Later, in front of the whole world, the proud and refined man dropped to one knee, gazing up at the person standing on the steps as he pressed her relentlessly. "I want you to love me."

[Reading Guide]

Both are sexually inexperienced.

HE / five-year age gap

Slow burn

The male lead hasn't dated anyone since they broke up, but the female lead has.

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Honest, frail young woman x vicious, supremely gifted young master. [Coming in early March]

Bai Ling transmigrates into a world of cultivation, becoming a doomed cannon-fodder character with a sickly constitution.

She has become the cannon-fodder woman who stole the villainous Demon Emperor's spiritual bones, was ultimately wiped out along with her entire family, and had her bones ground to dust.

Born with a sickly constitution, she doesn't have long to live.

To prevent the plot from unfolding, she cautiously approaches the sect's supremely gifted young master, hoping to cling to his coattails.

But for some reason, the young prodigy seems to accept all her friendly gestures, yet also seems irritated by her. He lets her get close, but acts as if he can't stand it.

His gaze grows stranger by the day, like a venomous snake lying in wait for the perfect moment to strike.

With her death drawing near, she hides in a town of ordinary people, hoping only to spend her final days in peace.

But just a few days later, the young man finds her home. His expression is dark as he reaches for her chest, his voice sounding as if it came from the underworld.

"Little junior sister, you're almost out of time."

"But it doesn't matter." He suddenly smiles, his expression full of madness and obsession.

*

Only after Bai Ling is locked inside the Demon Emperor's palace does she realize that her senior brother has been reborn, and that he is the villainous Demon Emperor.

She thinks he only wants revenge on her.

Until one day, her old illness returns, and no immortal medicine can help.

In front of her, Jiang Zhaowang cuts out his own spiritual bones without hesitation. They still radiate warmth.

He holds them out to her, his eyes full of an intense, obsessive love that will never fade.

"Little junior sister, don't worry. You won't die."

"I've taken out my spiritual bones. How about I give them to you and let you replace yours?"

He extends his cold fingers and slowly traces down her body, finally stopping at her heart and pressing lightly.

"Do you like them? Or is there something more than my spiritual bones that you want, little junior sister?"

Gentle fake heiress x devoted, restrained true heir. Both are sexually inexperienced.

While Luo Xi is curled up on her bed with her laptop, planning a trip, she hears her parents crying downstairs.

When she goes down, she sees the boy who's been at the top of his class for three years standing in her living room. His shirt has been washed until it's faded, but it can't hide his air of noble refinement. He gives her a cool, indifferent look.

There's none of the resentment she expected.

Her mother says to her in a trembling voice, "We've discussed it. You can stay."

It turns out she's been living in someone else's home and taking over the life that should have been theirs, a life that ought to have gone smoothly.

Luo Xi stumbles through attempts to get along with him, but he always keeps her at a distance.

"Apply to Jiang University."

He won't let her get close, yet on the night before she submits her university choices, he knocks on her door. The corridor light casts a shadow over his brow. His voice is cold but leaves no room for argument.

Luo Xi answers, then shuts the door, suppressing the trembling in her heart.

Their relationship remains neither close nor distant.

Until the family of the boy she'd been promised to as a child comes to propose an engagement. He goes into his parents' study alone and says, as coldly as ever, "She's not your biological daughter. Call off the childhood engagement and transfer her out of the household registry."

She hears every word from outside the door.

Ming Huai has known Luo Xi for a long time. She's talented and beautiful, the dazzling jewel in everyone's eyes, a goddess he would never dare... desecrate.

Until fate plays a joke on him: her life should have been his.

In a daze, he hears the devil's voice: She's no longer a goddess. You can...

With a violent gambling-addict father and a cowardly mother, he arranged for her to leave when he was ten. Growing up in a gambler's household, he doesn't consider himself a good person, so...

Ming Huai catches the girl as she stumbles toward him after drinking. He calmly looks at her face, which has never shown a trace of gloom. His voice is soft, yet laced with something repressed and frenzied.

"The life that was switched at birth was mine. I should hate you." He suddenly grips her delicate chin, emotions surging in his eyes. "As punishment... you're mine now."

Years later, on a rainy night, their parents watch television downstairs while he corners her on the landing and kisses her. "What does transferring you out of the household registry matter?"

His palm strokes the warm nape of her neck as he keeps drawing her close. His breath brushes her trembling lashes. "You enjoyed eighteen years of fine food and clothes that should have been mine. Putting my name in your spouse's box isn't asking too much."

Second story

Timid, gloomy sweetheart x unruly young master

Bai Zhiyu has a secret: she likes Gu Xuchuan, the seemingly unruly guy from the neighboring department. But she feels that if she confessed, he'd definitely hit her, so she decides to...

Use a virtual number bought from Taozi to text him how she feels.

1069xxxxx: Gu Xuchuan, you look so handsome when you play basketball, especially when your sweat runs down your jaw and disappears into your sleeveless shirt.

Before long, she sees the man wiping his sweat in the distance, his ears bright red. She knows it's from anger.

1069xxxxx: You barely ate today. Is something wrong with your appetite?

1069xxxxx: Your car looked so cool today, but I don't like seeing other people look at you.

She sends messages like this all semester, until one day she's jogging on campus with her roommate. A crisp, clean scent passes by her. She gazes at the person walking past, then, in a moment of madness, sends her boldest text yet.

1069xxxxx: Can I have the clothes you're wearing today?

As usual, she's just talking big.

But the next day, a clean blue sleeveless shirt is sitting at Gu Xuchuan's usual spot in the basketball gym.

"???"

Gu Xuchuan was born with a silver spoon in his mouth and had never had to put up with anything. He'd had an easy life for twenty years, until last semester...

His phone inexplicably started receiving a pile of harassing messages. He texted back, but they were from a virtual number, so the sender couldn't see his replies.

His anger kept building.

A few childhood friends laughed until they could barely stand. He roared that he was going to find out who it was.

After two months of investigation, using the times the messages were sent...

He walks up to a fair-skinned girl whose face practically says she's sweet and well-behaved. She looks up at him with a pair of watery, timid almond-shaped eyes.

He curses inwardly, "*"

How could she be the kind of perverted stalker who'd send those messages?

He starts watching her secretly, gradually drawing her in, but she's far too timid.

He can't wait any longer...

[Bonus Scene]

In front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, Gu Xuchuan sits her on his lap and rubs her soft, pale earlobe. "Xiaoyu, read me the text you sent on May 20."

Bai Zhiyu's lashes flutter. "I... didn't send one that day."

"Lying gets you punished." His warm breath falls against her reddened ear. He suddenly lets go of her and grabs his phone. "Do you want me to repeat it for you?"

Frightened, she wraps both arms around his neck, then whispers a few words in his ear with a red face. His kiss suddenly cuts off her voice...

Third story

Sweet, self-assured innocent girl x gentle, calculating tycoon x unruly young heir

1.

Tao Ran is a sucker for a handsome face, and she's only into the gentle type. At the time, her agent had coaxed her into attending a drinking party. After seeing a fat, balding old man, she couldn't help but let loose. "If I'm going to find someone, it'll be someone like Song Ci!"

Wan Sheng happens to overhear her. Nobody dares offend this young heir, except Song Ci, who's two years older than him. Song Ci's fake aloofness is the one thing Wan Sheng can't stand. He casts a cold look over, only to see the girl's bright, lively face.

"What's so good about Song Ci? He's just pretending to be aloof."

"Why don't you go out with me?"

"No. You're not my type."

"But..."

Tao Ran looks at the man's physique and face. He's not bad at all, and at least he could ward off those lecherous old men.

2.

Mr. Song is the youngest and most distinguished head of one of the wealthiest families. Gentle and proper but distant and indifferent, he keeps even the daughters of elite families at arm's length.

Someone brings it up jokingly at a dinner party. The man at the head of the table simply lowers his eyes and says, "Sounds like a childish joke."

At a charity gala some time later, Tao Ran lifts the hem of her dark green dress and slips into the restroom, where she runs into the man adjusting his cuff links in the mirror. A black-and-gold ring makes his fingers look long and elegant. Behind his gold-rimmed glasses, his peach-blossom eyes shimmer. "I hear Miss Tao wants me to be her sugar daddy?"

Dazzled by him, Tao Ran rises onto her toes and grabs his tie without thinking. "Then will you go out with me?"

Theme: The power of belief