Ding Mo (Author)

That woman looks like my future wife. ——Han Tuo One of the Collections of Seeing and Forgetting in the Twilight Mountain Short and Novels of Suspenseful Love Key words of the novel: Where did the guest of the forgotten collection come from in Mushan No pop-up window, Where did the guest of Wangji come from…

Lin Qian used to believe that her Mr. Right needed to be handsome and reliable. An elite man in the business world who was extremely influential. A person that Lin Qian would admire, for nothing would be impossible for him. However, when she finds her love, she realizes that what attracts her is his calmness,…

In this world, there is the beautiful mutual and telepathy love. “I’ve been pursuing you for so long, what do you think?’ Xu Xu could feel her heart pounding in her chest; however what he said wasn’t logical. “You’re pursuing me?” Ji Bai raised his black eyes looking at her quietly. “Every morning I exercised…

You finally returned, before I aged too much alone. ———————————————————————— Years later, Lin Mo Chen was the owner of a billion-dollar company, one of the youngest influential business leaders in the country. Someone asked him, “What’s so good about her, that you wouldn’t forget her even after all these years?” Lin Mo Chen replied, “I…

This book consists of three short stories: 1 – When Love Transcends Lightyears: When Weijing, a Chengdu beauty oblivious to love all her life, confesses to the new stranger in town… her life changes forever. 2 – The Black-bellied Manager: Is the mysterious Manager Ye Ling overworking Tian Tian because he is secretly in love…

Lin Qian once thought the man she wanted would be handsome and formidable, able to “create clouds with one turn of the hand and rain with another turn” in the business world, causing her to look up to him in admiration. There would be nothing he could not accomplish. But when she finally met the…

In the presence of strangers, Han Chen was always handsome and cold, making it difficult for others to get close to him. He was like the frosted snow – pure, and slightly chilly. Yet, he was also like the river flowing in the dark night – quiet and moving. To many, he was akin to…