The Fox's Seven-Step Rule

Blurb:

Six years ago, Jing Chi was abruptly “broken up with” by her best friend. Shi Yan left without a word and vanished into the crowd.

When they meet again, the once-cold young heiress has become an even colder police officer. She pays no heed to Jing Chi, soaked through and homeless: “A police officer’s duty is to catch criminals and save people. I caught the criminal and saved the person. Everything else has nothing to do with me.”

“Do I have nothing to do with you, either?”

In that moment, Jing Chi heard the sound of the wind breaking.

What would it take to reclaim the bond they once shared and become the most important woman in Shi Yan’s life again?

Shi Yan once heard someone say, “People always fall in love again with someone they’ve loved before.” But she refused to believe it. At least, she wouldn’t fall in the same place twice.

Yet that woman came rushing back of her own accord, clinging to her with gentle determination, just as she had insisted on becoming her tutor six years ago. It was as if she had long forgotten how she betrayed her: after Jing Chi gave her her whole heart, she turned around and became Jing Chi’s “sister-in-law.”

Did she really think Shi Yan was still the clueless little girl she’d been back then? She sneered and exposed Jing Chi’s painfully obvious motives: “You don’t really like me at all. You just don’t like someone else competing with you for me.”

Like lightning splitting the chaos, the moment she was pushed away, Jing Chi could no longer hide her feelings. For the first time, the usually composed woman experienced a jealousy unlike anything she had ever known: wild and bone-deep.

Her belated love and desire blazed like wildfire. She resolved to risk everything and draw Shi Yan into it with her.

“Shi Yan...”

“I like... the way you just treated me...”

Proud, icy police officer with a hidden fiery temper X gentle, flirtatious, scheming reporter

A slow-burn romance with a happy ending

Coming soon:

A calamity-bringing beauty emerges from behind the palace walls, and a ten-zhang-tall demon star streaks across the earth.

A powerful pairing: a savior, aloof as a mountain flower, X a mad, obsessive, loyal guard dog. They love and kill each other, with a tragic romance between two women.

This is an old, abandoned project from ten years ago. I never expected so many longtime readers would still remember it all these years later. To thank everyone for your support, I’ve extensively revised the setting, and the full manuscript is currently being written. If you’re interested, please visit this story in my author’s collection and click to save it. If enough readers save it, I’ll get started on it as soon as possible!

The moment she received the Fuxi Zither from her mother, Leiyue knew that her life had only just begun, and yet it was already over.

She was only twelve.

“Only a descendant of Nuwa with pure blood can use the Fuxi Zither. Leiyue, to obtain this supreme artifact, you must choose: solitude, disability, or captivity.”

Looking up, she saw her mother’s pale purple robes fluttering fiercely in the wind. Her long, ink-black hair had somehow turned silvery white as snow.

“Leiyue, you must choose!”

At dawn, her hair was black as silk. By dusk, it had turned white as snow.

That was the only line she could think of. Clutching the zither, she stood facing the wind. “I choose solitude.”

The fate flowing in her blood could not be removed or changed. So she would put an end to it all herself.

The Nuwa clan had always passed its bloodline down through a single heir. If that rule were ever broken, one of the heirs would become a calamity-bringing beauty in a troubled age, and all beings across the Six Realms would seek to destroy her.

A calamity-bringing beauty? Leiyue lowered her eyes indifferently, yet there was only a lovely, innocent young girl in them.

Until the fateful moment finally arrived:

Her younger sister, missing for three years, had transformed into the princess of the Snake Demon Clan, second only to The Outcast. “On the xinchou day of the shuo month, the moon wanes.” Wange glanced at her, her eyes full of contempt and mockery. “Sister, you’re already at the end of your rope.”

In the next instant, a merciless surge of malice pierced her already battered body.

“What is it... that you want?”

A soft tongue slowly traced her, lapping up the crimson blood seeping from her heart. Wange gave a cold laugh. “I want you.”

Theme: Love may arrive late, but it will never fail to arrive.