Secret Addiction [Entertainment Circle]

Quiet tuner. Dazzling pianist. A decade of silent longing.At eighteen, Wen Ran met Xu Xiyan—a curly-haired girl with a face like a blooming rose, who commanded the world's attention just by existing. It was then that Wen Ran learned allure has no age, no rules. And so began the quietest, most turbulent crush of her life—one that no one ever knew about, because their names were never spoken together.Eight years later, Wen Ran is an ordinary tuner at a small piano shop. Xu Xiyan has become a global piano sensation—renowned for her genius, her beauty, and her icy distance. When her colleague casually mentions Xu's return, Wen Ran just smiles and says, "Mm."But behind closed doors, in a cramped forty-square-meter rental, a bathrobe-clad Xu Xiyan wraps her arms around Wen Ran's waist and murmurs in a low, raspy voice: "A-Ran, when are we going public?"Wen Ran gently pushes her away. "You're getting my clothes wet. And going public? Not a chance. When our two-year contract ends, so do we."A contract. A secret. A heart that never learned to say no.

Lifeguard × Five-star Hotel Executive Manager Aloof and detached × Soft on the outside, wild on the inside, uniform-wearing queen 1. The renowned five-star C Hotel on the island boasts a private beach envied by all. As a lifeguard, Meng Ning stands on the shore, clad in a black athletic swimsuit, her long dark hair tied back, a black datura tattoo peeking from her nape. Gazing into the distance, she looks like an unbelievably beautiful dolphin. Unlike the other lifeguards, she always wears a string of prayer beads around her wrist. Someone asks, “Do you believe in Buddhism?” She smiles. “Yeah, I do.” 2. Everyone says Meng Ning isn’t cold—just distant. On Wen Zenian’s first day as the newly appointed executive manager, fate pairs them for a game at the annual party. The challenge? Move a balloon to the designated spot together. Meng Ning forfeits outright, downing three shots of absinthe instead. The next day, during a coastal inspection, Wen Zenian picks Meng Ning as her companion. Leaning against a cliffside rock, Wen Zenian smirks. “I’ll count to three, then jump. Do you believe me? One, two—” “Hey!” Meng Ning barely catches her by the chain belt at her waist before Wen Zenian pulls her backward into the sea. Surfacing, Wen Zenian’s soaked white dress shirt clings to her curves as she rests against Meng Ning’s shoulder. “See? I got my hug after all.” “Wen Zenian, are you crazy?” “Don’t you know best?” Wen Zenian’s laughter is elegant yet mischievous. “Life doesn’t give you the luxury of counting to three.” Then, whispering in Meng Ning’s ear: “Also, if we’re pretending not to know each other, shouldn’t you at least act like you forgot I’m afraid of water?” 3. The night they sleep together, Wen Zenian removes Meng Ning’s prayer beads for the first time, tracing her wrist: “Besides believers, who else would always wear prayer beads?” “Liars who never tell the truth… and hopeless souls.”

1. The K Hotel, an established five-star resort on the island, boasts a coveted private beach. Meng Ning, the beach lifeguard, wears a sleek black sports swimsuit, her long dark hair tied up, a tattoo of a black datura inked behind her neck. Gazing across the shore, she resembles a stunningly beautiful dolphin. Unlike other lifeguards, she never removes the prayer beads coiled around her wrist. Someone asks, "Do you believe in Buddhism?" She smiles. "I do." 2. Everyone agrees Meng Ning isn't cold—just distant. On Wen Zenian’s first day as the newly appointed executive manager, fate pairs them for a game at the annual party, where completing the challenge requires them to move a balloon together to a marked spot. Meng Ning forfeits outright, downing three shots of absinthe instead. The next day, during a coastal inspection, Wen Zenian selects Meng Ning as her companion. Standing by a cliff’s edge, Wen Zenian grins: "I’ll count to three and jump. Do you believe me? One, two—" "Hey!" Meng Ning barely manages to catch the chain belt at Wen Zenian’s waist before they both topple backwards into the ocean. Surfacing, Wen Zenian’s soaked white blouse clings to her curves as she leans against Meng Ning’s shoulder: "See? I still got my hug." "Wen Zenian, have you lost your mind?" "Shouldn’t you know best?" Wen Zenian smiles, elegant and coy. "Life doesn’t give you the luxury of counting to three." Then, whispering into Meng Ning’s ear: "And—if we’re pretending to be strangers, shouldn’t you at least feign forgetting my fear of water?" 3. The night they become intimate, Wen Zenian finally removes Meng Ning’s prayer beads, tracing her wrist: "Who wears prayer beads constantly—other than the faithful?" "Liars who spin endless lies, and hopeless souls." 1v1, HE.

1, At seventeen, Yu Yizhi was the daughter of the wealthiest family, a top academic achiever in competitions, and the campus sweetheart in everyone’s eyes. Qi Yue was the reckless school troublemaker, the bottom-ranked student, and the infamous heartbreaker who never dated anyone for more than two weeks. No one knew they once shared a pair of earphones on a deserted playground, Or secretly embraced on the worn wooden bed in Qi Yue’s old apartment. 2, At twenty-six, Yu Yizhi became a design director parachuted into a major corporation, a restrained beauty with every button fastened. Qi Yue was a ruthless, silent local powerhouse who smoked, drank, and rode motorcycles. No one knew that the moment Yu Yizhi returned to the city, Qi Yue cornered her in the restroom: “How dare you come back? What are you going to pay me back with?” Later, the untouchable paragon offered herself as compensation. After the white moonlight who broke my heart returned— “We were star tracks that everyone thought would never intersect, Yet who would have guessed, The moonlight would choose to fall toward me?”