Midsummer Wet Kisses

[Alluring, coquettish femme fatale vs. wealthy, fickle CEO] Liang Huaizhou was born into a top-ranking family. His power and status had made him cold and self-serving. At twenty-eight, he met a beauty. At first, he simply thought she was pretty and delicate, so he protected her a few times. The beauty was sweet and tender. Young Master Liang liked protecting her and teasing her, and after enough time passed, he fell for her. They went around in circles, and in the end, she had him wrapped around her finger. Lin Wan had spent her first twenty-three years without a love life, caring only for the pipa and Suzhou storytelling. Then she met Liang Huaizhou, and her heart fell for him against her will. She loved his noble composure and the way he doted on her to no end. She hated how he could walk away without a backward glance once he’d had his fill. Their feelings were unequal, and sooner or later, it was bound to explode. The day they broke up, an unusually heavy rain fell over Shanghai. Soaked to the skin, the woman left without looking back. Later, the lights blazed at Shanghai’s Banshan Villa, where Young Master Liang spent his connections and money to create artificial snowfall just to make his beauty smile. Amid the softly drifting snow, the beauty glanced back over her shoulder, lifting her skirt. “It’s so cold.” Young Master Liang took a fur-collared coat from his bodyguard and wrapped it around her delicate frame, pulling her into his arms. He buried his face against her and murmured, “Let me warm you up. Come back to me, okay?” Later still, at a glittering charity gala, every socialite in attendance saw the untouchable Young Master Liang take a shoe from his bodyguard and casually roll up his trouser leg. The next second He bent down and knelt on one knee, drew the woman’s foot into his hands, wiped it clean with a handkerchief, and changed her into comfortable flats. His handsome, dashing face softened with indulgence as he murmured in a low voice, “You’re the little queen, all right?”