Fu Wuyao

(Dual purity, second male lead ascends, national first love vs. refined scoundrel)
Cheng Weiyue first met Zhao Hanchen at her father's retirement banquet.
Her father, intoxicated, clapped the man's shoulder and called her by her nickname, "Ningning, this is Daddy’s most proud student."
Upon hearing this, Zhao Hanchen chuckled lightly, his narrow eyes carefree and easygoing, causing the heart of the eighteen-year-old girl to flutter as she looked down.
Latter on, in a bustling market, the man praised by all choked a gorgeous woman in a dim corner, feeding her a puff of smoke from his mouth. He glanced sideways at her, speaking slowly and with a smile, "Ningning?"
The heart flutter was inevitable.
But the prodigal son did not return, and the breakup was not pretty.
On the day of the breakup, Beijing University’s beauty Cheng Weiyue, in front of all onlookers, slapped young master Zhao twice, while the latter turned his face away and did not move for a long while.
Nobody knew that in the low-profile business car, Zhou Family’s most upright and mannerly Family Head, the legendary Zhou Jingwei from the legal world, gripped the young girl’s delicate chin and kissed her fiercely.
After a while, he brushed away the tears at the corner of her eyes with his fingertip, his dignified and cultured face gentle as he spoke, "Have you had your fun?"
...
Cheng Weiyue had seen Zhou Jingwei at his most tender.
On the first day of the Lunar New Year with heavy snow, at Ling'an Temple in Jingcheng amidst the feathery snow-covered world, teeming with people and swirling with incense smoke, she went to seek a Marriage Charm for herself and Zhao Hanchen.
Until Zhou Jingwei walked against the crowd towards her, stuffing the Marriage Charm into her hand, "What you wish for may not always be granted."
He paused, then added, "Ningning, when you’re done playing, come back."
The Buddha says that turning back is the shore, and on that day Cheng Weiyue looked back again and again only to see Zhou Jingwei standing behind her, amidst the vast crowd, his gaze firmly on her.
The Buddha truly never spoke deceptively.

A Calculated & Passionate Kiss

The sun was fervent as she stood under the shade of a tree, watching her younger self lead the toddling Zhou Jingwei down from the stretched limousine not far away.


Back then, little Zhou Jingwei barely knew how to speak, uttering "mama" in baby talk that softened one's heart.


That was the most blissfully serene period of her life when everyone and everything around her treated her with tenderness.


She didn't love Zhou Bingquan, but she genuinely wanted to live a good life with him.


"Jingwei, when you see Grandpa later, remember to say hello to him, okay?" her younger self crouched down, tenderly instructing the sculpted little boy.


How wonderful those days were, she still felt happy thinking about them now.


Yet, the joyful days shattered like a torn poster, vanishing into the river of time.


The next moment, she saw herself in her thirties.


It was ten years ago, the same visit back to the Lin Family, only this time she was alone.


I would rather not have seen you (304)_1