The Jeweler and the Diamond Lady

Xia Chunnong, feeling lonely amid her friends’ coupled bliss, couldn’t resist striking up late-night chats with a female scammer on her contact list—and they instantly clicked. The scammer boasted: *Fluent in 18 languages, a female pilot, owner of an airline, lifelong single, yearning for a pure romance.* Xia Chunnong mused: *Scammers these days are this classy?* She played along: *Sis, I’m Xia Chunhua, from the countryside. My parents are forcing me to marry Da Niu from the next village. I fled to the city to work… I can’t even speak Mandarin. *shy emoji** Thus began a bizarre online romance between the desperate Xia Chunnong and the scammer. Thirty days in, her bestie texted her from a chartered flight abroad: *Girl, your GF! Main job: pilot. Side hustle: airline CEO. 178 cm tall, speaks 18 languages! A total babe!* Attached was a photo of the pilot sipping coffee in her crisp white uniform, golden epaulets gleaming, a captain’s cap shadowing sharp, captivating eyes. Her long legs, impeccably clad, bore not a single wrinkle. Xia Chunnong’s hands trembled as she stared. *Gorgeous, sure—but she deceived my innocent heart!* Her friend advised: *No sweat. Even if you’re “from the village,” someone there can afford a private jet! Wear a red peony-patterned coat, blue rain boots, a red headscarf, and carry a $$$ woven bag stuffed with veggies. Tell her your village struck gold—GDP booming, everyone’s thriving. Don’t worry about looking rustic; your beauty’ll sell it. She’ll eat up the “pure country girl” act. Easy win.* ~~~ That day, Xia Chunnong, defenseless against beauty, joined her friend to meet the pilot. The captain, unfazed, treated her to coffee and cookies. Mistaking her silence for muteness, she gifted her a writing pad, praising: *Your Mandarin may be shaky, but your handwriting’s flawless.* The “Chunhua” persona was a hit. Xia Chunnong gloated internally. After dinner, the pilot offered to drive her home. At the doorstep, recalling her mansion’s lack of a helipad, Xia Chunnong blurted in perfect Mandarin: *Sis, our village has no landing pad. Where’ll your plane park?* The pilot eyed her, lips parting slowly: *I don’t just fly planes. I drive cars too.* Talks collapsed. The beauty left—but not without snatching the cabbages from Xia Chunnong’s bag. Just as love seemed doomed… That night, a melancholic Xia Chunnong received a text: *Chunhua, your earnest, temptation-resistant act today was adorable. Wanna kiss you.* ~~~ Later… Visiting relatives for New Year’s, the pilot dropped by a neighbor’s—where a certain young mistress lounged, editing shamelessly flirty photos for her. *A ding echoed as the text sent.* The mistress, spotting the pilot, frantically grabbed a broom and mop, scrubbing the house spotless before texting: *So embarrassed you saw me working as a maid here.* Nanshi Yue: *My heart aches. Come home. I’ll fly planes to spoil you.*

That night, her ex-husband brought his mistress home. The mistress, wearing her pajamas, knocked on her door, sat by her bed, and asked if she ever thought about women... Qi Yuanhan answered yes, she really did.

"I set my sights on my cheating ex’s sister—she knows just how to spoil me, and I’m addicted."* Si Huan mused at the bar, swirling her drink. *"But she's too reserved, always so proper, barely giving me the time of day."* Her girlfriends exchanged sympathetic glances. *"What’re you gonna do?"* Clinking her glass, Si Huan knocked on a certain closed door. Meeting those deep, fathomless eyes, she purred, *"Sister, I still want to rehearse that kissing scene with you."* What else could she do? Lure her in deep—make her shed that cold restraint, set her aflame—until she burned for her. —*Because of you, I became a fox spirit.* **[Gentle Film Empress × Jealous Little Star]**