Yuki is a happy girl, when she was younger. She's lost without her best friends Chaya and Haru, but after going to America for 10 years, she finds herself lost in thought, is this the place she grew up in, are these the people she made friends with.

Wyatt a young boy of 16, well built muscular body, nice hair which he changes its color steady you will never know the color of his, got dark brown eye contact, red lips, just call it a sexy looking guy lived with his rich granny who provided all he needed ever since his parents went to rest (die) which made him spoilt.

 Wyatt's grand mom Mrs cressida owns one of the richest schools in new York, Mrs cressida is a retired teacher.

 Mrs cressida made a decision of registering her grand son Wyatt in her school ROSEY GOLD HIGH, she never liked the fact that her grand son was far from her in a boarding school and she was damn tired of reports from the school authority about her grand son molesting girls.

 Alizeh is a young pretty average height girl of 15 with a shinny brown hair, brown eyes, pink lips, neatly curved hips and nice butt.

 Alizeh lives with her rich parents and lived comfortably but alizeh never showed off, you could only see richness in her crazy dress sense, her looks and the way she styles her hair.

 Alizeh attends Rosey gold high and she never had a friend if not lux her only friend who understands her mode, alizeh is a very calm girl but strict and mean.

 Alizeh having only one friend and talks to no one never stopped her from having an enemy.

 Cyrus the head of the red lipstick girls never stopped making alizeh's life miserable, because she thinks her eagle and pride will fade because of her, not until Wyatt as every girls prince charming came.

This book is inspired be the V.C. Andrews Gothic Horror/Romance Novels.

Cultivation novels. These guys rule the rankings... if you ignore the romance, video game, and romance novels. Did I mention romance novels? 

For young wannabe authors, this is the best starting point. "Why?" you may ask? Well, thanks to your predecessors, the plot is already written for you! But that is for another chapter, this is about the very basics of creating your novel's identity.

To begin the writing process, you must first make a choice.

Reincarnation, or not reincarnation.

I know, it's shocking. Cultivation novels can be made without reincarnation? Though such cases are rare and are hard to find in the wild, it is possible to make one. but let us put that to the side for a moment. How do you approach the fact that the mc was reincarnated? Was he a normal person from earth? An earth-shaking master that fell due to bad luck? Eh, it doesn't matter. Either way, the past does not affect him, other than when you need it to.

If you are worried that some readers will think his character does not fit with his actions, there is a simple fix. Just have him spout something along the lines of "Now I am yada! The old me, yabba, has died.", or "I must change to fit in this world where the strong feast on the weak!".

This makes it easier for you to transition from the old world to the new one, plus it makes him sound like a real badass! Everyone likes a badass.  

If you decide to be a weirdo and go with normal cultivation, that's ok. The change in plot is nonexistent and the only downside is he can't be given some mystical method of cultivation or op device right off the bat. 

Wait, nevermind. 

Turns out you can, just gotta dust off the trusty plot armor and make good use of it. It was coming out one way or another, and since it is out you may as well keep it for later use. Trust me, it will never wear thin.

As for explaining how he got there, just throw out some bullshit McGuffin like his mysterious grandmother's magical cookie jar. No need to think out how it works, just throw out some stupid reason 1000 chapters in. Your readers are already committed, some little plot hole isn't gonna stop them now.

The next thing we have to work out is the cultivation system. It sounds hard, but it takes minimal work, barely an inconvenience actually. Just steal some system from something you have read and just rename it. Copy/paste is not frowned upon, it's expected. 

The hardest thing is making up names for them. You want to make it cool, so just throw some words together until it comes out right. "Dark Immortal", "Heaven Rendering", and "Earth Core" are just three examples that I made up within 30 seconds, so if I can do it you can too. 

Plus, you don't have to make up all the names immediately. You will only ever use around 5 levels at a time, so time is on your side. If you want to have a character appear that is even more powerful than that, just have the mc say "his power is too much for me to fathom" if the name hasn't hit you yet. 

After refurbishing that old and busted system that's been nicked by every other upstart writer, you now have to introduce the "rules" of the world. How much power does each power level have? How big of a difference is there between levels? 

You could use the bucket, basin, pond method, but that's for losers! Instead, just use vague, mystical terms to describe the power. The readers will understand, they always do. The ONE thing you have to do though - no matter what - is tell them that someone from the lower level CANNOT, under no circumstances, beat someone above them. It is impossible. If they did, it was a lie, poison, or some hidden scheme made by a power-hungry traitor. 

Hammer this fact into their thick skulls until they start chanting it in their sleep and put it in their wedding vows. you don't need any other law in your created universe, this is the one constant. This is extremely important and will be the main reason your novel will be successful. 

That's all for the basics, the next chapter will go over creating a fun, lovable mc that no one could possibly hate. Get your pens ready fellas! We got a lot more to cover!

Are you trying to write a novel, but you just aren't sure that you are capable of making a successful story? You're in luck! 

Anyone is capable of writing a story people will vote for, no matter how dumb you may be; just look at the power stone rankings!

By following my detailed guide, I guarantee you that those sweet readers will flock to you! From cultivation novels to whatever the last category I choose to write about, this guide leaves no base uncovered.

Now just sit back potential fanfic writers and read my book, because soon you will learn how to prey on the less intellectually gifted through the use of foolproof cliches and feel good self-insertion!

Enjoy!

As Jessica Magiting, I wasn't fond of reading and studying at all. I would always have a "barely" passing grade when I studied in school.

The only subject I had an exceptional grade at was physical education if it wasn't obvious. Also, the character development subject.

From the start of my education, I never cared about numbers so this wasn't much of a bother to me. However, I did start to care a little bit more because when I failed an exam back in elementary, I was immediately removed from the team in a national tournament. After that, I started to do my best to pass exams. It was quite traumatizing for the seven-year-old child that loved playing volleyball.

Well, it wasn't like I didn't fully care about academics but it was more because my focus was just for sports. My brain couldn't comprehend too much useless information. Everything taught in school would just go to in one ear and out the other. Even if I forced myself to listen, I just couldn't.

So, in that sense, Jessica and Nera are basically still the same person. Just in different eras, clearly, different worlds. It's amazing now that I think about it.

But from the memories that had just returned, there was one thing that Nera had a major difference in with Jessica.

As Nera, the only thing I care about is anything that involved knighting. That's it.

But as Jessica, I had two hobbies, rather unhealthy addiction, which were volleyball and romance novels.


Romance novels.

Why?

I despised reading but romance novels became an exception. It was my past time if I wasn't playing volleyball.

When I had injured my ankle in the first year of my high school life and was forced to rest for a whole month, my friend suggested me to read.

    "Me? Read? Do you even know me?" I said with my voice shaking, audibly shocked, matched with my facial expressions.

A friend, whom I had for 6 years, was suggesting me to read.

Placing her hand on my shoulder while giving a deep, disappointed sigh.

    ["Why? You can't even do anything else right now?"]

    ["Shut up."]

    ["Pfft. Just tell me if you aren't up for the challenge."] She snickered at me, quite proudly, while crossing her arms.

She was provoking me, quite obvious now that I recall.

But at that time, the naive me was restless, uneasy, and was desperate for something to do inside my hospital room.

My pupils shook and they swiftly glared at her. She was smirking. I heaved a breath out.

    ["Oh no, Jessica. I never thought that you'd be this weak."]

    ["You're mocking me now?"]

    ["Just try it! I won't force you again if you just try reading two chapters."] Giggling, she handed me a rather thin book, compared to what she normally brings at school.

    ["Hah. Just two chapters. Seems easy enough."]


And there, I fell into her trap.

She left the book to me then came back the next day. To her surprise, even mine, I actually read past two chapters.

    ["I thought you said you didn't like reading. How are you already past 50 chapters?"] With a wide grin on her face, she closed her distance to me and crossed her arms.

Almost glared at her out of annoyance but instead, I replied grinning back.

    ["Alright, I admit it. This is pretty fun to read. It's simple and enjoyable too."]

She jumped and hugged me.

    ["I can't wait to share my recommendations! I'm not gonna let you rest!"]

Before I knew it, I got addicted to these written literature.

During that time when I was injured, I didn't have anything else to do but read novels. I still had to go to school and do schoolwork but who cares about that.

Since I couldn't go to volleyball practices right after I was discharged from the hospital, my pastime was reading romance novels.

I got hooked to them because most of them were easy reads. Some did have heavy plots, descriptive paragraphs, and lengthy pages, but most of them were cliched plotlines. Which I came to love.

Most of them were cute and adorable, and at the same time, they were cheesy and easy to make fun of.

    "Pfft. What? How could he have fallen over her even though they were so far apart? And exactly on the lips too?" I laughed loudly.

Most of what I read was stupid that it made me feel smart for the while I was reading them. I enjoyed it way too much.

    ["The bad boy trope is so stupid."]

    ["Then why are you still reading that book?"]

    ["Because it's stupid."]

    ["What's that supposed to mean?"]

    ["It's fun to read cause I love how unreal these are!"]

There were romance novels that were exceptionally good and I had fun reading them too but what I read the most was the ones with the cheesy cliched tropes. I loved reading them because it fell under the 'it's so bad that it's good' category. I loved criticizing them with my friends.

    ["Why do they react like they're gonna die from that small wound? Going to the hospital from tripping over a rock? Really?" I chuckled again. "Haaa, I love these."]

I smile as I came back to recall my novel reading days.

As Nera, I didn't have time to check out books since I was preparing to be a knight. The only things I cared about were my body, specifically my techniques and strength, and upholding the honor of our family.

But now, I have regained my precious memories.

As well as my addiction to these written works of art.

Oh god, I can't wait to read all the romance novels in this world... I wonder how many of them are here in this mansion's library?

Ah, wait a minute! I got sidetracked!

I shook my head as I realize that I was far away from my original objective. That's not the problem right now!

I'm in a novel that I read before! I'm sure of it!

I closed the books in front of me. While sighing, I closed my eyes and sat down quite violently. Leaned on the backrest of the wooden chair and let my head rest back.

I stared at the ceiling for a while with no thoughts whatsoever.

After a few minutes, my hands covered my face then I shouted. A muffled scream was heard around the library but no one was around to hear it.

How the hell did I end up here?

I am Nera mi Ponterise, the third child of the Marquess Ponterise Family. One of the founding familes and sword of the Empire. 

We pride ourselves as a family of knights. 

All my life, I've trained to become a knight, living happily as the child of this great renowned family. 

But what I didn't know is that I was reincarnated in my favorite romance novel this whole time! 

I have been living with my favorite characters and I didn't even notice! How am I going to interact with them now that I know what's going happen between their relationship?

And because this world is a romance novel, I have an arranged marriage with the Duke? I'm going to be married with this smartass jerk! I've read too much romance novels to see where this is going but will it really go that way with this guy?

How is this happening to me?

Is my life ever going to be the way I wanted it to be before I realized I was reincarnated?

***
Notes: 

* 1-2 chapter updates everyday 
* Uses mild profanity, trigger warnings will be mentioned before the chapter if any
* Cover is made by yours truly! 

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Green Frog spent her time waiting while grumbling. Occasionally checking the scanning progress.

98%


Just 2% more but it felt like years. In addition to her hungry stomach, she was sore all over her body because of excessive 'training' of rolling around on the hard ground.

In the end, she didn't have any more energy venting. Thus, she lied down on her back, starring at the stars above. Couldn't help but thinking about the past...


She had lived a boring and mediocre life. Doing whatever boring and mediocre jobs, without passion. Having whatever boring and mediocre relationships, without the determination to step into married life.

She herself didn't know what exactly her purpose in this life. In short, she was a dull woman who doesn't have any ambitions or anything else. She did have a temper, but it was small. The worse, she had totally given up on loving someone.


Her routine consisted only of eating, working, and sleeping. Maybe once a month she would spend her day off with shopping, but she couldn't feel any joy. Only to spend her money. Making expenditure without exact purpose.


Living like that for only-god-knows-how-long, she didn't know when she started to drink. Drinking here meant drinking alcohol. And when she finally realized it, it was too late. She had been fallen so deep to the point of severe addiction.

She lost her job. And after that, another disaster followed. 


Her parents were very disappointed. At the beginning, they tried to 'repair' her but to no avail. After fighting in the never-ending and impossible to win battle, they finally gave up. 

They sent her to a facility far away from the capitol. 


Didn't know from whom her parents get the information about this place, but in short, it could be described as hell.

She got worse. There was the first time she got involved in a same-sex relationship which ended up in tragedy.


Could be imagined how devastated it was when her parents heard about the news. She got beaten so hard by her father and then literally kicked out from the family. No longer recognized as a daughter. 


Thank god, at least her elder cousin brother still showed her a bit of pity. He gave her money to rent a room to live in. She also got a job in a small shop. Of course the salary was low. Barely for monthly rent and daily necessities.


With her low salary, she couldn't afford to buy alcohol. And also because of the psychological impact from her last affair, she didn't bother to find another 'companion'. But it didn't mean that she had recovered from her addiction. Instead, it switched into another form. Online game addiction.


She played almost 24 hours a day. Forgot to sleep, even skipped eating. Slacking while working. And many more. In short, she didn't want to do anything except for playing.

What a lifestyle. 

It lasted for two years, until she finally got bored. Didn't know the reason why the gods above had given her enlightenment, all of a sudden she decided to change!

She began to do her job properly. Even got a praise from her boss. Started to build healthy relationships with the people around her. Also have a positive hobby for normal healthy people. Reading.


Green Frog always loves science. Despite her mediocre appearance, actually, she was an intellectual persona. She also had interest in politic and business. 


As people said, the wheel of destiny is always spinning. Nothing is impossible in this world for hard-working and strong-willed individuals. Therefore, from the bottom of hell she climbed up to find another opportunity.

She started to save money. Bit by bit. She wanted to start her own business. 


With the help from her elder cousin brother and her old friends from her old working places, and also a little bit of  luck, her business grew fast to the point of difficult to cover all the workloads.

She decided to recruit more workers and fortunately, all were experienced employees. Although their monthly wages were quite high, it was in line with their qualities. 


Green Frog was content with her new life. As money didn't stop flowing in, she got more leisure time to read at home. Her reading materials expanded too and she started to read novels. 

Yes. Novels.

In fact, she never likes fiction. Especially romance fiction. 

…wait. 

No!

Maybe the word 'like' wasn't right. It should be 'scared'. 

She scared reading romance fiction. Simply because reading one would scrape the wound in her heart open and it would bleed again.

More or less, what she lacked of, she could understand. Thus, although she hated it, she didn't stop reading those novels. As if trying to search for something important. 

…as if her life depended on it.


At that time, she was introduced to an online reading site. Most of the works were original stories that never officially published before. It could be said as a new experience for her. And surprisingly, she liked it.


She never knew that since that time onward, her life started to change...

Her fated encounter with her master finally happened not long after. Not only he had helped her to 'recover', he also taught her to write. 

At the beginning, what she wrote all were scientific articles. Mostly about business matters. She found that her new hobby was fun. Although the money she got from writing wasn't much, she really got hooked with it.


The master was also quite playful. Or could be said like to joke and make troubles for others. When he saw that this new disciple of his got too much leisure and happy time, he decided to stir her up a bit.

He created a writing system. 

Too bad, it wasn't for writing scientific articles. It was for writing romance! 

…her biggest nemesis!


The poor little frog couldn't say 'NO' to her master. Therefore she could only comply when she was assigned to a task.

Writing romance novels. Yes. More than one. All according to her master's order.


Obviously, she felt resentful. She was forced to write something she hates and avoids for so long. Thus, could be imagined how bad the result was.


The old master didn't angry the slightest bit but found it quite amusing. He said to her that she lacked of motivation and decided to make a writing competition. The reward was very 'generous'. 

20% of his company's shares!

It was meant a lot...

Just 20% but whoever gained it, could be a milliarder in just one night! 


All his disciples must participate. And since the competition had been started, it proved to be very harsh. 

…the little frog couldn't help but stuck in the middle of the 'fierce and inhumane battle'.


Green frog whose still reminiscing sighed deeply. She didn't want it, but she forced to do it. Remembering his master's expecting and exciting gaze, she could only swallow her protest.


In the end here she was. Bound to this author system version 3.0 named Zhizhi, trying to create an acceptable romance story.


Developing plot bit by bit according to the outline…


But now she found out that everything was in a mess. How hateful. She was afraid that she could have stroke in a very young age TT_TT


Green Frog slanted yet another fretful gaze toward the number inside the spinning icon.

99%

The veins on her forehead popped out. She bellowed mournfully to the sky , "When the fuck will you finish this damn scanning! Baka-zhizhi!!!"

Jing Yi, 26 years old new-recruited sales represenative in her company, had been transported to another world after being sucked into a tornado.

She woke up inside a body of a 10 years old girl - the third young miss of Jiang family, a cursed child and foretold as a bearer of calamity - Jiang Yi. 

She had been ostracized by other family members for years.

Her father was cold and indifferent man. She never felt his love.

Her mother died right after she gave birth to her.

Her only elder brother gone missing for years.

She lived in that big mansion but struggling in poverty. Got starving and injured without anybody who cared whether she was dead or alive. 

She lost mostly of her past memories, but her desire for survival had been never faded. She used her intelligence and gathered her limited knowledge from modern world to preserve her little life.

"If someone else can do it, why can't I?"
She believed.

Every life is worth to fight for.
...

He is a second young master of a powerful dark cultivation sect. Crippled and disfigured. Lost his father, mother, and elder brother in war years ago, he had been living his life in deep and endless hatred toward the world.

"I will burn and bury everything in this world in endless nightmare and despair."
His oath.

Pool of blood.

Mountain of bones under his feet.

But he never intended to stop the slaughter. Until every living being above the earth under the heaven was ceased to exist.
...

Both of them met. Couldn't escape from the grasp of fate, bound in marriage arrangement.

She was afraid of him.

He was cruel toward her, made sure that she lived in humiliation and misery.
...

Later she found that beneath a horrible surface, there was a gentle and loving heart.

He found that beneath a weak mortal shll of a young girl, there was an eternal faith.
...

The Ruo River is three thousand li long, one only drinks one ladle worth of water from it.

"Even if this whole world hated and cursed you, you will always be a treasure in my eyes..."

==0==
This is the 1st book of the trilogy.

Everyday I'll try to upload 2 or 3 chapters. And every sunday there will be 1 or 2 bonus chapters (^_^)

I hope we can enjoy this story together till the last chapter. Please give me your support by rating this story and writing your reviews.

Hugo comes back like she said at 3 and half pm with her computer bag and a plastic sachet. And she finds McCallister still watching the film. She gets very happy and asks him, without even saying "hello":
-Do you like Indian movies?!
-God!! (frightened) Elizabeth, you scared me! Ouf… My heart…
-Sorry… (she puts the plastic sachet and her computer bag on the kitchen table) Do you like Indian movies?
-Actually… it's my first time I watch an Indian movie and… Did the hero just kill a man with a banana?!!
-Ah! Why everybody must insult the Indian Action?! I know it's… out of logics and physics and… Anyway, I prefer romantic movies, more than action ones.
-And so, must the "lover" sing in different countries with his love? You see him in India, then suddenly in China, and then in Egypt!
-Ah… it's an old movie… Can't you see young Amitabh Bachchan there?!
-I'm not a Bollywood fan.
-Ah, forget that. Did you eat something while I wasn't here?
-Yeah, some sandwiches.
-Hungry?
-A bit.
She gets the plastic packet and takes what's inside and shows it to Jack; two boxes of Chinese food.
-Love Chinese food?
-Yeah...
And they sit together, eating and watching another film…
After they finish, Beth tells Jack, while she's washing some dishes in the kitchen:
-I'll sleep in my bedroom, there. And about you, sleep on the sofa.
-It's kind of comfortable…
-…
-By the way, I won't be idly by watching a little girl spending money on me: tomorrow, I'll start looking for a job… again…
-Ok, but don't sing in streets again; they're dangerous. You know how much a guitar costs?
-Yeah… it's expensive.
-Good. Your blanket is on that chair. If you need me for something, just knock my bedroom's door.
She gets in her room, and wishes for McCallister a good night before closing her door…
***
On the next day, about 10 am, Hugo and McCallister are having breakfast in one of restaurants, sitting outside. Jack's reading a newspaper while Elizabeth writes something in a notebook. He asks her:
-What's that?
-A notebook.
-For what?
-I write my ideas for my novels here.
-O… what's your novels' category?
-Mostly romance.
-Like Indian movies?
-Almost.
-I don't want to break your dreams but… Indian romance is despicable, and so your novels will be.
-First, Indian romance is not despicable. Second, my novels won't be despicable: I'm finding a little problem in publishing it, but they won't be.
-Well, good luck in your novels.
-Thanks.
-A… Elizabeth… I want to tell you… Thanks, and I'm sorry to be rude with you: I mean, imagine that a stranger comes to you, insisting on helping you.
-It's ok, Jack. Everybody needs help.
McCallister smiles to Liz and comes back then to the newspaper while Hugo shuts for a while then she starts singing "tee ta ta ta tee" loudly and she gets up and stands in front of Jack, singing about help and kindness. Then she comes to some customers and takes their hands and so they stand up and each one sings about his experience in helping someone or getting helped and it had a good and big effect, like meeting the true love, or achieving the goals, a solving some troubles etc. At final, they all dance in front of McCallister who's not interested completely in them and is reading the newspaper instead. The clients still dance on tables and sing the same song with Elizabeth. Each customer shows his talent; like playing violin, or flipping etc.
Finally, they finish their dance and everybody gets back to its table. While our Eliza looks to Jack who claps and then he stands up with his newspaper and says:
-Can we come back home? Also, you're late: your university.
-Oh… Right… The lesson will begin after an hour. Let's go.
Hugo puts some money on the table. And they walk together toward the little house…
***

Elizabeth Hugo, a dreaming woman in her 20s, started her career as a romantic novelist 8 years ago. She met by accident an old man in a bar, called Jack McCallister, in his 60s. He's guitarist and specifically a "classic, folk, country" composer. But when Liz realized that Jack is a failed musician, she tries every time she re-meets him accidentally to help him.However, he refuses, until he finally accepts after becoming homeless. Once he gets in her life, Liz survives incredible and imaginary moments with Jack, thanks to his music, through his famous secret "Close your eyes..."

Even Lu Huanzi's heart softened when she saw this.
She didn't even want to hold a grudge over the spilled fruit juice anymore.
However, Mo Lichuan stood there unmoved.
Mo Lichuan even handed her a piece of tissue calmly and said, "don't cry. The villa in the south city will be your compensation. When the time comes, I will ask Zhengdong to give you the key. "
Mo Lichuan didn't seem to want to say anything more after he finished speaking.
He turned around and was about to leave.
However, Lin Shanshan suddenly hugged Mo Lichuan from behind.
She cried like a weeping pear. "Don't go, Lichuan, don't go. I don't want the villa, and I don't want your money. I'm not with you because you have power and influence. I don't want your key. Lichuan, don't go. "
Mo Lichuan turned around again.
Mo Lichuan's voice was calm. "Then what do you want? "
Lin Shanshan pointed at Mo Lichuan's chest. "I just want your heart. "
Lu Huanzi felt that this scene was extremely familiar.
She thought about it for a long time.
Only then did she realize that she had read this scene countless times in Romance novels.
Although Lu Shuangyi's grades were very good, she was completely ignorant and incompetent in private.
She was crazy about romance novels.
Whenever she had time, she would dive into her spiritual world.
Lu Huanzi was her deskmate.
It was inevitable that she would be influenced by her.
However, the two of them had never been caught while reading novels.
Who among the seventeen or eighteen-year-old girls did not have any fantasies about the love between a Prince and a princess?
However, reading novels did not affect their studies at all.
Therefore, they had never been discovered by others.
There were many scenes in the novels that Lu Huanzi read.
The female lead was a simple and kind girl. When faced with the temptation of money from the male lead, she abandoned it like a worn shoe. All she wanted was a heart.
When the male lead saw the female lead's appearance of money like dirt, he would usually think that the female lead was so pure and unpretentious, and that she was different from the flirtatious ones outside. She was different.
She would fall in love instantly, thinking that she had found the right woman for her.
Lu Huanzi was different from Lu Shuangyi.
When she read novels, she would always have a critical look.
When she saw this kind of plot more often, she would feel that it was dog-blooded and evil.
But when she watched it happen in real life,.
Lu Huanzi had to admit that art really originated from life.
Lu Huanzi felt a little depressed as she looked at it.
What would happen next.
Brother-in-law would definitely feel that the person in front of her was not tempted by money and wealth, and would think that she was even more pure and lovely.
However, when Lu Huanzi raised her head and looked inside,.
She happened to see a cold smile on Mo Lichuan's face.
Even his voice was extremely cold, "you want my heart? Can you afford it? "
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[ Introduction ]

Song Beibei had said the most since she was young, "Gu Yanqing, I have a generation gap with you. "


In Song Beibei's eyes, Gu Yanqing was a shameless old man who still knew how to act like a hooligan. He relied on the fact that he was much older than her, and whenever he was unhappy, he would call him an "old man" . Every time they quarreled, he would say three sentences: DIVORCE I have a generation gap with you.

Song Beibei had long known that Gu Yanqing had a woman in his heart, so in Song Beibei's eyes, all of Gu Yanqing's kindness and gentleness were feigned The most ruthless words she had ever said were, "Gu Yanqing, you're just a dog of our song family. "

Gu Yanqing was neither angry nor angry. He said faintly, "aren't young ladies of your age the most popular loyal dog husbands? "

This man He was too shameless!

Spending my Sundays would usually mean editing, reading, and writing my personal collection of works in progress. Though today, I made an exception as I decided to help out review Brendan's new novel.

I was sitting down at the Sleeping sheep again just taking my time. During the daytime, the Sleeping Sheep would turn into a cafe that served different kinds of crafts coffee and cheese. A strange combination but that's what Ojisan envisioned for this place during the day. They'd even rotate the liquor cabinet like a wheel just to show the coffee bean samples.

Zeke is here as always. He's just like me in a way, he doesn't get to enjoy his day offs because his relaxed mode is when he's doing work. Things just loom menacingly in the background when I don't do anything.

The smell of the coffee in the air certainly helps me focus. Everyone always has this vision of working in a coffee shop to be more productive but in reality people just don't want to waste money so they force themselves to be productive. So I guess that works out in the end.

Zeke: Mako, here again I see.

The old man had taken a seat already across from me and I didn't even notice. He held out his boxed lunch, guess I've sunk my time into this too much. I pulled back to stretch then looked out at the bright view of the city.

Zeke: It's a bit too early to arrive, Mako. Is something bothering you or maybe you just had a fight with your boyfriend?

Mako: It's much more complicated than that.

Zeke: Well if you need an experienced ear then I'll be right here. If you don't mind, I'll be eating.

Mako: Go right ahead, old man.

I smiled as I lifted up my phone again to read Brendan's novel. As the start goes, this novel is about a female lead that joins her love interests group. Going through these pages, the story begins to unravel about each of the characters. Everyone that's been established has their own character arc which makes them feel unique. However, this also feels a bit wrong in a sense because this doesn't make it a romance. Rather a feel good slice of life novel.

Stories like these can easily be disguised as romance. In the end, they're actually just focusing on the group to hide the fact there's no actual chemistry with the female lead. This reminds of that anime about getting a message from the future to say the male interest. In the end, it didn't matter because the story was about the guy rather than developing the female lead's chemistry with the guy. Though there were sprinkles of it, in the end, the story was more about the friend group than the romance and it's dynamic.

A romance novel focuses on the troubles of the two leads as they progress their love either through conflict of another party or the conflict within themselves. This novel doesn't actually do that.

What's worse is that halfway through the novel, the female lead suddenly loses interest in what she does. Whatever happened to those ambitions? Everything in her path just seems to lead her to the male lead. I mean it's a romance but it's not a realistic one. Creating a conflict based on reality makes a romance engaging. People want to read something they can hopefully perceive themselves doing.

In the end, this novel was written with the core idea but was never able to expand on it. The female lead loses herself in her own love while the male lead doesn't even develop himself but rather develops himself for the sake of the plot. A story that just has too many things that it wants to do. It will only reward longer standing readers which isn't something that a novel should be. It should land exactly on its feet after the first flip. That way the readers from the start have a good conclusion.

I rubbed the temple of my head because this was just frustrating to read on an objective level. Things were just mishandled to the point the overall outcome just didn't feel recognizable. A girl losing herself huh… I can't tell if that's realistic or not because it can happen.

Mako: Hye, old man. What do you know about romance?

Zeke: Love? So it was indeed a fight with your boyfriend?

Mako: I guess you could say that. I'm just having a hard time trying to understand the concept of it in written works. Have you ever read some romance novels before?

Zeke: Certainly. Before all of these machines took over some of the earlier aspects of life. Old people like me had no choice to read.

Mako: Can you tell me about it? Like what it actually feels to fall in love with someone and if it's enough to forget who you are.

Zeke: That's a pretty deep question for a girl your age.

Mako: I'm not like girls my age. I'm the protagonist.

Zeke: Hahaha, so be it. Well it very much depends how madly in love you are with the person. Are you willing enough to drop everything for them? But it's also a gamble on whether or not they'll do the same with you. That's one of the reasons why people say love is blind.

Mako: Falling in love will only result in a change in a person huh.

Zeke: In most instances yes, though in the purest form. Neither changes because they accept the other for who they are. Be it in a bad sense which results in deviant couples and those in a good sense when those encourage their good behavior. Love is a complicated thing after all. It cannot be easily explained in its overall scope but rather on a case by case basis.

Mako: Always an interesting take from you old man. But is there anything from experience?

Zeke: Well, my wife was a different story entirely.

Mako: I'm sorry if it's something too much for you old man.

Zeke: No, I think it will be alright. It's the job of the old to bestow lessons to the young after all hahaha. Besides, we don't talk much do we.

Mako: No, we don't. But I don't mind talking to someone who's seen life.

Zeke: Don't put me on a pedestal now. I've done things that I'm not proud of too in these stories.

Mako: I see…

Zeke: Well where do I even start? Hahaha. I guess I can give a simple idea of how things started. She was an old fling of mine when we started in high school. Obsessed with the notion that we needed to get rid of our purity.

Mako: Oh… It's one of those stories…

Zeke: I think it's important to teach these lessons at an early age, even if it might sound a bit vulgar.

Mako: Of course. I just didn't expect a story such as that.

Zeke just let out a simple smile that showed a clear sense of nostalgia. He looked at the view as if he was looking at the past itself.

Zeke: She was one of those curious ones that always wanted to know how the world works. It was only natural that she would be interested in how love would too. At first, she thought it was just the sexual aspect that created love.

Mako: Was this your first love?

Zeke: My only one.

Mako: So you two did end up together?

Zeke: Not exactly.

Mako: I'm sorry, I just assumed it when you put it that way.

Zeke: A simple mistake. Not to worry.

Mako: Tell me more about her.

Zeke: A smart one. Someone that only knew about the world through her own lenses. Nothing changing. Or maybe she refused to change.

Mako: Don't you have a family right now, old man?

Zeke: I do which pains me to say these things out loud. She was the one that got away. One that I deeply regret. Though I would never say that I didn't love the life that I was given to me. I love my sons and granddaughters. Regrets will always come in your life, no matter how you try to avoid it. And I think that's an important lesson. Taking action so you don't regret it later on. So when you do have regrets, it's not as much.

Mako: Where is she now?

Zeke: That I don't know. I just wished that I kept up with her. That's just another part of love isn't it? The big ifs and sorrows. Everything isn't always all that fluffy and bright that novels make them out to be. They'll never know what it feels like to undergo the pain themselves.

Mako: I agree. Romanticizing the pain certainly isn't good but it does make it a good presentation.

Zeke: Being this old, your memories start to falter. But no matter what, I can always remember her face.

Mako: Love is a strange thing isn't it, old man?

Zeke: Indeed it is. This was nice. Though I wished I could have told a better story rather than mine.

Mako: I think that story was perfect. It caught the simplicity of what love can do. And I think that's the important part. What love can make you do. Thank you. That gave me some in depth knowledge about how to proceed with this novel.

Zeke: No problem, Mako.

Mako: Tell me more some other time. I think it would be better if I knew more of the context.

Zeke: It's quite terrible though.

Mako: But it's real, and that's what matters to me.

I took my final sips of my coffee then stood up. Zeke waived as I left the bar.

Mako, an unlikable girl that only loves to care about herself, sees herself as her own main character in this crappy city of Polarity. However, Mera drops expectedly into her life showing her that she's not the only main character in this world. Now Mako has to watch over Mera as she stumbles through her rowdy life which infuriates Mako who only wants to fulfill her dreams of being a writer.

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Mu Chenyan recalled that Wen Ya had gotten married to Yuan Zhe, the Yuan Family's second son, almost four years ago.
If that incident had not happened, then she and Wen Ya would have spent two years together as sisters-in-law.
Back then, Wen Ya had outshone the other young ladies of the aristocratic families. Not to mention, while studying abroad, Wen Ya had been one of Mu Chenyan's few friends!
Shortly after returning home, Wen Ya had suddenly announced that she would be marrying the Yuan Family's second son, Yuan Zhe. Mu Chenyan had struggled to comprehend this for the longest time.
In terms of talent, Wen Ya was no less brilliant than her. Yuan Zhe, on the other hand, was slick and sly, and had a violent temperament, so she could not understand why Wen Ya would choose such a partner!
Although Yuan Tian could not accompany her, having Wen Ya as company would be nice too.
After all, they had once been close to each other, it's just that Wen Ya had been keeping her distance ever since she had gotten married.
She had been back for some time now, but was often cooped up at home, so there were hardly any opportunities for them to catch up. Thus, it seemed that the banquet would be a perfect opportunity!
...
When Yuan Xuan came home, he did not see Mu Chenyan on the first and second floor.
Ah Fu approached him and reported that Fifth Miss had come by in the afternoon and had already left, but Young Mistress had not come down from the third floor since then.
Yuan Xuan did not bother to change his clothes and hurriedly went upstairs to see his woman.
Mu Chenyan was hugging a French version of the novel, 'The Count of Monte Cristo,' and lying on a rattan chair. She was wrapped in a long velvet blanket and had fallen asleep!
Yuan Xuan retrieved the book from her arms as a smile flashed through his eyes.
Mu Chenyan's status as a socialite did not rely solely on her beautiful appearance.
While studying abroad in the university in the UK, Mu Chenyan's excellent spoken English had placed her in the limelight amongst the circle of Chinese students in the university. Mu Chenyan's figure could always be spotted in various public speaking competitions held throughout the semester.
Yan Mei herself liked French movies and the romance of the country, so Mu Chenyan had no doubt been influenced by her mother since young and had thus learned to speak fluent French!
She even considered learning French as her second language one of her hobbies.
Mu Chenyan had read many French novels. Because of this, she had started a book club in her faculty, in which the dean of Mu Chenyan's faculty frequently participated...
It looked like she was still the same as before, making sure to maintain the habit of reading original French pieces. In Yuan Xuan's eyes, she still looked like the old Mu Chenyan who had constantly carried a book as she tailed him around, chattering non-stop as she did so!
...
"Brother Xuan, don't you think that if Hamlet had not chosen revenge, he'd have lead a better life..."
Mu Chenyan's brain back then was filled with peculiar ideas.
After finished reading a book, she would always try to modify it and view things from her own perspective.
"I don't think so."
Yuan Xuan's expression would be indifferent as he could not really be bothered about her opinions. Time was very valuable to him during his university days as he was simultaneously juggling his MBA as well as a BSc in Geology.
At the time, Yuan Xuan had made plans to venture into energy development after he returned home.
"If Hamlet didn't take revenge, then Shakespeare would have been forced to write about something else. What is he supposed to write about, a love story?"
Yuan Xuan did not know what this woman's problem was. Was her brain just wired differently from others?
When Mu Chenyan heard his response, she nodded excitedly, grinning and closing in on him until the eyelashes nestled above her big eyes were almost touching Yuan Xuan's face.
"You don't say! Brother Xuan, that's not a bad idea! I would fervently support him if Shakespeare were to write about romance! Who says that romance-themed novels can't be famous?
"Isn't 'Dream of the Red Chamber' and 'Romance of the Western Chamber' about passionate love?
"'Romance of the Three Kingdoms' is a classic, but a majority of male readers also talk about the love between Diao Chan and Lu Bu! Not to mention, Cao Cao liked to steal other people's lovers, for instance, the peerless beauties, Da Qiao and Xiao Qiao's sisters...
"Even 'Journey to the West' had the queen of the Ladies Kingdom falling in love with Tang Seng, whereas Zhu Bajie wanted to marry into Old Gao's household..."
"Your brain is totally filled with messed-up love stories!"
Yuan Xuan's handsome face gave her a snort of disapproval as he shook his head.
After hearing this, Mu Chenyan's lips twitched and her tiny face began to pout. "Since when has my brain been messed-up? After all, it's only filled with thoughts of you..."
Yuan Xuan had no reply.
　　


After years of longing, Mu Chenyan was finally going to marry the man of her dreams — Yuan Xuan. However, on her wedding day, the tragic death of Shu Qinger, her well-known romantic competitor led to Mu Chenyan's prison sentence.

Two years later, Mu Chenyan was released from prison due to insufficient evidence, but she ended in another “prison” — the Yuan household. However, she was no longer the  naive girl who would let anyone have their way with her...

Her days in the prison had left their marks and a passion for revenge was now ignited in her. Even as Yuan Xuan tried to regain her love, she has now built a wall to guard her heart, cutting off all advances from him.

The question remains — who killed Shu Qinger? Who are the people on her side, and those who are on the devil's?

Love and hate intertwined, with Yuan Xuan's love and protectiveness over Mu Chenyan remaining unchanged...

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