Spring's Gentle Arrival

Zhao Jingyan had imagined countless times what it would be like to see Su Wei again.

The impoverished boy she had once trampled underfoot and cast aside like garbage had now become a financial tycoon with a business empire spanning the country and the world.

He had imagined every possibility: her surprise, her shame, her regret, even her shamelessly clinging to him again.

But he never imagined that, years later, he would run into Su Wei haggling with a street vendor for a full twenty minutes over a bouquet priced at twenty-five yuan, then walking away perfectly content with her flowers after getting the price down to twenty-four yuan.

Watching her walk away, Zhao Jingyan expressionlessly rolled up the car window and turned his gaze elsewhere. Sure enough, Su Wei was still the same woman who would abandon anything for money, a shallow gold-digger who looked down on the poor.

Vulgar, mercenary, superficial.

A woman like that was not worth wasting another second on.

Su Wei drew a big cloudy-face symbol in her planner today.

She ran into a stubborn vendor who argued with her for ages over one yuan, then nearly got splashed from head to toe by a black Maybach speeding past.

Su Wei crawled around gloomily in her diary.

Damn rich people. One of these days, I'm coming for you.

But the flowers really were beautiful, and the water hadn't splashed her. The beef and scrambled egg rice she made for dinner was a huge success, too.

Su Wei doodled over the page and added a little sun.

Yep, today was another ordinary, happy day.

"I Picked Up a Wounded Sword Cultivator" is being written alongside this one~

Blurb

One day, Bai Xin found an injured man beside the stream in front of her little cottage.

He lay by the water, dressed in bloodstained white, barely breathing, with a gleaming sword clutched tightly in his hand.

Bai Xin watched him from a distance for a while, then summoned her courage and wiped his face.

Strong brows, bright eyes, handsome and distinguished.

He was worth taking home.

Bai Xin cared for him attentively for half a month, and at last, he opened his eyes.

He said his name was Chu Yang, and that he was a sword cultivator from a small sect who had been hunted down and driven here.

Chu Yang didn't say much, but he was exceptionally gentle and courteous. From the very first day he woke up, he took over all the cleaning and housework, even fattening up the chickens in the yard.

Bai Xin rested her chin in her hands, watching the man chop firewood in the yard as she sized him up.

Strong build, good temper, upright and chivalrous.

He had been hunted until he was covered in wounds, but at least he was a sword cultivator. His martial arts should be decent enough.

That ought to be enough to protect an ordinary person without a spiritual root like her.

His only flaw was that he was too quiet, and sometimes as wooden as a post.

A month later, after fully recovering, Chu Yang said goodbye to Bai Xin.

"Thank you, Miss Bai, for taking me in these past few days. I, Chu, will repay you for saving my life one day."

"Can I ask you to repay me any way I like?"

"Of course. I would brave fire and water for you, without hesitation."

Bai Xin tilted her head at him. "I've heard that a life-saving debt should be repaid by marrying the person who saved you."

Chu Yang: "..."

His face turned slightly red, and he began to stammer. "Miss Bai..."

Bai Xin pressed her advantage. "You just said I could ask you to repay me any way I like!"

He was even this innocent. There was no way she was letting him go now!

*

After successfully talking him into marriage, Bai Xin found that married life was even happier.

Chu Yang could hunt in the mountains, wash dishes and clothes at home, and was especially enthusiastic at night.

Bai Xin didn't have to lift a finger.

Bai Xin, living in a pot of honey, often felt lucky that she'd seized the opportunity and landed this man. Where else could she find such a gentle, considerate husband?

Until one day, a gust of force split the wooden door of their home open. Chu Yang pulled her into his arms to protect her, and the sword Bai Xin had hung on the wall to ward off evil rang out and flew into Chu Yang's hand.

Three or four men and women dressed in white flew in on their swords. The man at the front smiled mockingly. "The world-renowned Sword God is hiding away in a little thatched hut like this?"

Bai Xin: ???

Sword what?

*

After they married, Bai Xin had been curious about Chu Yang's background.

"Husband, what sect are you from, exactly?" Bai Xin searched through her limited knowledge of cultivation sects. "The Yunxiao Sect?"

She'd heard that more than half of the Yunxiao Sect's disciples were sword cultivators.

Chu Yang patiently combed her hair.

"No."

"Then... the Luoying Sect?"

The Luoying Sect had the most disciples in the world. Even their town had a branch.

Chu Yang deftly braided her hair into a beautiful style and said with a faint smile, "I come from a small sect. There are only eight of us, including our master."

A sect with eight people... Bai Xin figured she probably wouldn't know it even if Chu Yang told her the name. Better not rub salt in the wound. She'd spare him the embarrassment.

Several dozen miles away, Wen Xu was eavesdropping through a talisman and nearly coughed up blood.

Uncle-Master, does Grandmaster know you're going around telling people this about our Tianyi Sect, the foremost and unrivaled sect in the cultivation world?

The male lead: a gentle, modest, but formidable Sword God with a hidden dark side x the quick-witted, adorable, ordinary female lead with a pure heart

The male lead is reasonable when he isn't fighting. Once he starts, his killing intent is scarier than a ghost's.

Theme: Love and peace