Novels by Sweet Cherry

"Outside the company building, Richards, with a cigarette dangling from his lips, squinted as he gazed into the distance.He didn't go straight to work after leaving the president's office. Instead, he called Longhorn and asked him to bring over two hundred passes.Longhorn didn't ask any more questions. He went to get two hundred copies as Richards requested. Fearing traffic jams, he rode his electric scooter over.In the bustling business district, Longhorn, wearing a helmet and carrying a briefcase, was seen weaving through the crowd, sweating profusely.With his dark skin, short stature, and the style of his crossbody bag, he exudes the air of a migrant worker from the late 20th century.The electric scooter slid to a stop in front of Richards."You made me wait an extra half hour." Richards glanced coldly at Longhorn. "If this were on the battlefield, delaying our operations, I'd have you shot!"Longhorn quickly jumped off the car, handed his briefcase to the somewhat anxious Ric

"Alright, bro, I still have to help the engineer finalize the blueprints for your statue later. The Birmingham officials are really too polite, insisting on erecting a life-size statue next to your grave. They're just being formalistic."Richards's expression was complicated, and a subtle emotion suddenly arose: he felt quite sorry for the good intentions of others by living.After hanging up the phone, he lit a cigarette and found a chair to sit down.When he decided to retire, the commander cursed on the spot, and Long Fei and his fellow veterans from Northern Confederate who had followed him for many years were with teary eyes.The fact that the military organized such a grand funeral, even making it onto television, could be seen as the perfect ending to Richards's entire military career, and also as an extreme form of protection for him.If he were to retire alive, and people got to know who he was, those dark forces he had personally destroyed, underworld tycoons, and even forei

After leaving the CEO's office, Richards found a dark corner to make a phone call.As soon as the call connected, a voice on the other end, filled with both surprise and awe, asked, "Brother, is there something you need?"It was the voice of Longhorn, the young marshal of the Northern Barbarians."I have something to tell you," Richards said calmly."Brother, you say it." Longhorn straightened his back, as if receiving instructions from a superior.“I just glanced at the passes you’ve issued,” Richards said casually."What's wrong?" Longhorn asked curiously."It's too ugly," Richards said in a deep voice. "Remake it.""—" Longhorn was dumbfounded.It was just a funeral pass, right? So what if it was a little ugly? Why design something so pretty for a funeral invitation?After a moment of contemplation, Longhorn said with some difficulty, "Brother, these passes have already been issued. If we redo them, it will make us in Northern Mang seem like we are fickle and disorganized.""Oh, yo

Shayne almost suffered a stroke.What do you mean? I've been chasing you for five years, and you wouldn't even let me have a meal alone with you!But as soon as your old flame arrives, you go straight to his house and spend the night? And you even flaunt your wealth and spend money like water in front of him? Couldn't she go to a hotel if it was too noisy? Why do you have to go looking for trouble at his mother's construction site?Looking at Hannah, clearly unable to sit still, and then looking at her tired face and red eyes, it was clear she didn't sleep well. The construction site had been shut down, there's no more noise, and even a good night's sleep couldn't make her feel refreshed.How much fun did the two have last night?Hannah also felt a chill run down her spine.What Richards said was basically true, but the meaning he conveyed was completely distorted. This bastard went all out to disgust her once again. But that's alright. No matter how cold and harsh she was, this youn

Inside the president's private elevator, Hannah stood close to the edge in the corner, her gaze towards Richards somewhat evasive.“That sissy just now said he was pursuing you only to get a share of your wealth and achieve upward social mobility. He even warned me that if I dared to ruin his plans, he would drown me in the sea,” Richards said abruptly."Oh." Hannah didn't take it to heart. She wasn't stupid; how could she not see through Shayne's dirty thoughts?"Aren't you going to say something?" Richards raised an eyebrow.Hannah said calmly, "He's coming to my office in a bit, you should come too.""What am I here for? To watch you two flirt? Or to let him humiliate me?" Richards said in a deep voice. "Hannah, you're quite the smooth talker when it comes to using someone else to do your dirty work!"Faced with Richards's slander, Hannah remained calm, her red lips slightly parted as she said, "You're the real thorn in my side.""What do you mean?" Richards said indignantly. "Hann

Hannah was speechless.What's wrong with this bastard's brain? He's utterly despicable. Wanting job as vice president of the company? What a hard laugh.She thought about all the vacant positions in the group, and because of several recent accidents, there was a high demand for security guards. But the thought of having him work as a security guard immediately made her reject this foolish idea.He might be torn to pieces by thugs and hoodlums while he's still scrolling through short videos on his phone."The group's catering department is short of a head chef, and you're a good fit for the role," Hannah glanced at Richards and suddenly had an idea.. "What about starting there as fro today?"Want to rot away? Then let you rot in the kitchen!Richards didn't resist. Instead, he slowly said, "Okay, I'll reluctantly give you some guidance to the catering department. By the way, I need access to the back door.""What back door?" Hannah frowned.“To the company, of course. Your grandmother

The word "mother" felt so foreign to him. He had grown up under his grandmother’s care, never knowing who his mother was. Every time he had asked, he had been met with stern silence — a quiet message that she was gone, perhaps forever. Zhou Feng understood that ache all too well. He, too, had been raised by old Zhou Lu, barely remembering his father’s face, let alone a mother he had never seen. "Senior… please tell me where she is," Feng said softly, his heart heavy. He was this world's Zhou Feng now — and he would find the answers he deserved. Senior Bai looked at him, a flicker of regret crossing his gaunt face. "Come with me." He led Feng to the wooden shelf, sighing quietly. "Your father made me promise not to burden you with the truth. But… I suppose some things are meant to be known in their own time." He turned to face him, his expression growing solemn. "Let me tell you this much first. Most of the mid-level techniques here were brought back by your father. Seven out of te

They walked past the sixth floor and stepped onto the seventh. Zhou Feng stood frozen at the top of the stairs, completely stunned. This was the most forbidden place in the entire Zhou family — and yet it was nothing like he had imagined. The room was small, barely sixty or seventy square meters, simple and dimly lit. A wooden table, a chair, one wooden bookshelf, and a single futon at the far end. That was all. No gold, no jewels, no grand displays of power. "Is this… really the seventh floor?" Zhou Feng whispered in disbelief. "The first forbidden area of our family?" Even the first floor was far more lavish than this. Senior Bai smiled faintly. "Gorgeous exteriors are just decoration. True value lies within." He gestured around the quiet room. "The Zhou family holds one thousand and sixty martial arts techniques in total. More than six hundred are low-level, over three hundred are mid-level, ten are high-level… and two are Sky-level techniques." "So many?!" Zhou Feng’s eyes went

"You look remarkably like a young man I saw thirty years ago — just as careful, just as thoughtful," Senior Bai said softly, changing the subject. "Tell me… what is Zhou Qin to you?" Zhou Feng blinked in surprise. "He… he is my father." "Good! What magnificent bloodline!" The old man laughed heartily, his voice rolling through the sandalwood corridors. "Qin possessed exceptional gifts — and it seems his son is every bit his equal!" Zhou Feng’s mind raced. Could the legendary figure Senior Bai spoke of be my own father? "Senior… was that person you mentioned… my father?" "Who else in this family carries the name Qin?" Senior Bai’s eyes twinkled, though there was a sharp, knowing glint within them. "Thirty years ago, I secluded myself and met him. Now I emerge again — and here you stand. Will I seclude myself once more and meet your son thirty years from now?" Zhou Feng nearly choked. "Senior, I’m only fourteen!" he protested, flustered. Besides… he wasn't even originally from this

"Congratulations on your return from seclusion, Senior Bai!" Zhou Min bowed deeply, sweat beading on his forehead. "The Clan Leader and elders will be overjoyed to hear this news!" Senior Bai was more than just a revered guest — he was the Zhou family's living legend. Even the very first generation founders of the family had treated him with profound respect. No one knew exactly how long he had dwelt within the family grounds, but everyone knew it spanned at least five hundred years. The oldest elder of the family, himself over five centuries old, still bowed to this frail old man. Senior Bai ignored Zhou Min completely and turned his gaze toward Zhou Feng. "Your name is Feng?" he asked gently. "This junior is indeed Zhou Feng, Senior." Zhou Feng bowed respectfully. He knew of the family's ancient hermit — the one spoken of only in whispers. Standing before him now, he felt a natural awe. Even with two lifetimes behind him, he was in the presence of someone who had watched empires

"Grandpa Min!" Zhou Kong instantly switched from fury to a bright, ingratiating smile. He stepped forward, looking as meek as a lamb. "It’s been a while. I missed everyone, so I came back to visit." Zhou Min’s stern expression softened visibly. He patted Kong’s shoulder affectionately. "Sky Sect must be treating you well, then. Go on in — I’ll handle things here." His gaze then shifted to Zhou Feng, turning icy in an instant. "I saw everything that happened," Zhou Min declared, his voice dropping to a heavy, authoritative tone. "Zhou Feng — do you know your offense?" "My offense?" Zhou Feng’s eyes narrowed. Zhou Min and Zhou Yong were brothers — of course he would side with family. But to lie so brazenly in public… "Such a thick, dark murderous aura radiating from you," Zhou Min said, a cruel smile touching his lips. "Cultivating with a heart full of hatred will only ruin your path. Today, I shall correct your attitude on behalf of the family!" Before Feng could speak, Zhou Min w

"Oh…" The pale-faced young man blinked in surprise, then stared wide-eyed at Zhou Feng. "Your dantian… it’s healed?" "I said — get out of my way." This was Zhou Kong — Zhou Kang’s younger brother. And he was no ordinary cousin. At just thirteen years old, he was already an outer disciple of the Sky Sect, a rising star whose talent was spoken of in the same breath as the greatest young masters of the region. He stood at the fifth level of Body Tempering, barely one realm behind his older brother — and with two years less cultivation time. Everyone knew it was only a matter of time before he surpassed even Zhou Kang. "So that’s how it is." Zhou Kong’s surprise faded, replaced by a cold, arrogant smirk. "Just as my brother warned me — you’ve grown far too cocky for someone who was recently a cripple. Fine. Let me see exactly how much of that 'number one genius' reputation you still deserve!" He pushed the young girl aside, his posture shifting instantly. He didn't even bother to remov