Don't Fall for Her

Coming soon: The Little Nightingale, a scheming x daddy romance

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Blurb:

Beautiful heiress who uses her looks to get her way * older elite man

Just before the Lunar New Year, a pretty short-haired girl moved into the old town. She had someone bring over four or five half-height suitcases, all packed with expensive clothes and accessories.

The inn staff guessed she must be a difficult customer.

And sure enough, on her very first day, she slapped their boss.

The first time they met, she raised her hand and called him a pervert.

The second time they met, he gripped her waist and forced her to give in.

The third time they met, they were at each other's throats, then turned away and kissed desperately in a corner where no one could see them.

Her mother died young, and everyone told Wei Lai to rein in her temper because no one in the world would indulge her forever.

Only Cheng Zhiyu, after taking the full force of her slap, still smiled and asked, "Why are you so weak? Didn't you eat enough today?"

2025/1/10

A preview of the upcoming The Little Nightingale: scheming x proud

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Niyan saw her benefactor again when she was seventeen.

Compared to ten years ago, he was even more cold and arrogant.

Everyone said he was the very definition of a chosen one: backed by powerful connections and successful at a young age. His temper was so foul, you'd think everyone owed him a prime plot of land in a bustling commercial district.

Niyan was worrying about her internship and thought she'd ask Tan Jiyun for help, since he was right there. One cold glare from him sent her packing.

"We don't need anyone at the front desk right now. You could try security at the entrance."

Niyan rubbed her nose and thought: Mr. Tan really does have a rotten temper, but he's not beyond saving. He always says things like, "If you act up again, don't expect me to comfort you when you cry next time," yet he still tosses a stack of luxury shopping lists at her with a sour look.

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Everyone in their circle knows that Tan Jiyun's "child bride" sent him an invitation saying she's going to marry someone else.

On the wedding day, Tan Jiyun sat at the head table with a face black as charcoal. The guests held their wineglasses and hardly dared to breathe. As soon as he got up and left, the room erupted.

But the bride was nowhere to be seen. The groom grew anxious and called her again and again.

Niyan's phone kept ringing in the dressing room. The cramped space was too narrow to even turn around in. Tan Jiyun, who had recently founded a charity, pulled out several papers marked "Return on Investment" and said coldly, "I don't make losing deals. You'd better figure out how you're going to pay me back."

Niyan clutched her wedding dress, eyes red, and sobbed.

Tan Jiyun looked at her pure white wedding dress, his voice growing colder as he enunciated every word. "And. My. Compensation. For. Your. First. Time."

Theme: There's always a way forward.