Scorching Sun

I The Bai family of the North, a century-old mercantile powerhouse. Family head Bai Rongjiu was cold and detached—until the day he softened and took in someone. Lord Ninth declared: even if he were to die, no one else could lay a finger on this person. In life, they were his; in death, they would follow him. Yet, when Bai Rongjiu truly passed, Xie Jing lived on. His lord had paved his way smoothly, ensuring his survival in these turbulent times. After guarding the tomb for ten years, Xie Jing opened his eyes and found himself back in his youth—before chaos descended, while everything was still within reach! II Xie Jing returned to the winter he was thirteen, a year that once brought him unbearable hardship, now utterly rewritten. Lord Ninth raised his little wolf cub ahead of time, teaching him with his own hands. Before they knew it, the boy grew into a graceful youth, his eyes alone unchanged—brightening whenever they met. Years later, Lord Ninth asked Xiao Xie: "Why treat me so well?" Xie Jing replied, "Because in this world, no one else has ever been so kind to me." Lord Ninth pressed, "Then do you know why I treat only you this way?" Xie Jing’s ears reddened: "I... I do." The answer came to him in a love letter—just ten words, as domineering as its sender: *"The south wind hasn’t risen, yet longing for you sickens me—incurable."* But Lord Ninth never knew: Xie Jing had returned from over a decade later, his yearning carved to the bone, beyond time’s remedy. III [Extra Skits] One day, Lord Ninth scolded Xie Jing sternly—yet the boy cherished every word. Onlooker: "He’s berating you." Xie Jing, solemn: "Lord Ninth is gentle-hearted. He never berates." Onlooker: "I heard him scolding others today!" Xie Jing: "Only because they provoke his temper." Onlooker: "???" Another day, Xie Jing schemed to secure three shops for Lord Ninth. Onlooker: "You might not realize this, but Xiao Xie is quite cunning." Lord Ninth: "Nonsense. No one in this world is more guileless than he." Onlooker: "???"

July was stifling hot.The classroom was packed tight, exam after exam pressing down until it was hard to breathe.A sheen of sweat clung to Guo Jingyu’s forehead. He looked up and saw the figure seated in front of him—the back always straight, the white shirt beneath the school uniform carrying the faint scent of soap, soft strands of hair at the nape of his neck, and the steady scratch of pen against paper.Just seeing him made Guo Jingyu feel lighter.He let out a quiet laugh and nudged the boy’s back twice with his pen.“Li Tongzhou?” he whispered.The boy paused but didn’t answer. Instead, he reached one hand behind him.Guo Jingyu rested his cheek against the desk and traced a finger across the center of that open palm.The next second, his hand was gently clasped.Young hearts burn brightest.And in mine, there is only you.

Tang Jinyu has a white moonlight—a legendary figure every hacking novice admires. One day, after reading a semi-biographical book tarnishing his idol's image, Xiao Tang angrily threw it aside… and ended up transmigrating into the story. A book separated two worlds: one in the 5G era, the other where streets echoed with *"Thank You for Your Love 1999."* Seventeen-year-old high schooler Tang Jinyu shrank into a tiny child. Struggling onto a stool to peek outside the security door, he saw his idol walk past, schoolbag slung over his shoulder… He was living next door to his idol!! =口=

In his previous life, Li Zhou died for wealth but unexpectedly reincarnated back to 1995. It was an era brimming with business opportunities and desires. Standing at the crossroads of life once more, he had a chance to rewrite his story—this time, he wanted to try a different path. Live in the moment, and go with the flow. **** The Li family had two young masters—the elder, though adopted, was rational and composed, while the younger, the true heir, was far more volatile and unpredictable. Now, the elder had packed up and left, abandoning the family fortune →_→