Secretly in Love with Mambo

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Secret love becomes real | Strangers in public, entangled in private | Rekindling an old flame

Zhou Yubai is a dashing young heir who moves effortlessly through Hong Kong's world of pleasure, renowned across the city for his elegance and refinement.

At a party one night, Meng Zhu stood at the edge of the crowd and saw him in an immaculate white suit, leaning casually against the bar. The socialites beside him laughed a little too brightly, their perfume mingling with the scent of liquor as he drank with lazy ease.

His eyes made everyone feel he was deeply in love, yet he never truly cared for anyone.

She knew she didn't belong in that circle, but she still walked over and raised her glass to the man she should never have dared to desire.

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They began a relationship that existed only at night: strangers in public, tangled up together in private.

Zhou Yubai never kissed her.

Meng Zhu once asked him why. He smiled and replied, "A-Zhu, kisses should be saved for someone you love."

-

The night she walked away, rain poured in torrents.

The lingering sensuality still hung in the air. Meng Zhu gathered her torn clothes around herself and set the room key on the table with a crisp click.

"There's no need for us to keep in touch."

Zhou Yubai held a cigarette between his lips and turned his head, smiling as he exhaled. "Fine. Whatever you want."

As she left, she couldn't help looking back.

He sat on the sofa, his gaze faint and still, like water untouched by the wind.

-

They met again a long time later.

At a dinner gathering, someone asked about her first love. Meng Zhu smiled faintly. "When I was young, I did some things without thinking clearly. That's all behind me now."

After the dinner, she waited alone for the elevator. Just as the doors were about to close, a hand stopped them firmly.

Zhou Yubai strolled in and canceled her floor, sending the elevator straight to the top floor, where they had once spent night after night entangled together.

"You got over it that quickly?"

Meng Zhu stiffened. "I have a boyfriend. Mr. Zhou, please behave yourself."

He approached her one step at a time and tipped up her chin. "A-Zhu, I never said I planned to play fair."

His kiss was practiced and fierce. She bit his lip until it bled before she managed to push him away.

He lowered his eyes to the spot of blood, as if at last he had confirmed something, and gently brushed his fingertip across the corner of her mouth.

"A-Zhu, now that you've come to your senses, what am I supposed to do?"

A possible next book about stealing someone's partner, The Third Person Singular

Three months into living with her boyfriend, Qin Zheng slept until evening after a typhoon passed through.

After showering, she pulled on her boyfriend's shirt and went to the kitchen to make noodles, water still dripping from the ends of her hair.

As soon as she reached the living room, she noticed someone sitting on the sofa, folding the clothes scattered across the floor. They were the clothes she and her boyfriend had taken off while watching a movie that night. Now they had been neatly folded and placed on the coffee table.

It was her boyfriend's former roommate, the legendary computer genius.

Jin Cong sensed her gaze and looked up. His eyes lingered briefly on her long, wet hair and slender legs, then quickly moved away.

"I came to pick up some old things." He went on folding. "Your clothes were all over the floor."

Qin Zheng nodded and raised a hand to pull her collar closed, finding the conversation a little awkward.

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Later, her boyfriend began traveling for work frequently. Jin Cong would occasionally come by to pick things up, but he always stayed by the door and never said much.

As autumn deepened, Qin Zheng came down with a fever one day and fell asleep on the sofa in a daze. When she woke, there was warm water and medicine on the coffee table, and a men's umbrella had appeared by the entrance.

Later, someone got her drunk at a drinking party, and Jin Cong took her home.

He gently smoothed her hair and asked in a low voice, "Do you remember that night?"

Qin Zheng pretended to be drunk and said nothing.

Amusement glimmered in Jin Cong's eyes as he leaned close to her ear. "Actually, your boyfriend doesn't love you that much."

-

Long afterward, Jin Cong still remembered that damp evening. A small light glowed in the kitchen, and her shadow appeared and disappeared in the mist.

He had never imagined that he would have anything to do with her.

But as he left that day, a flicker of curiosity suddenly stirred in him:

What would it feel like to be loved by someone like Qin Zheng?

Theme: Live your own life.