A/N: Hello everyone! I've been obsessed with the new Meteor Garden 2018 and I'm desperate for more fanfics of Daoming Si and Shancai! Decided to start writing on my new fav couple. I'm not sure how many I'm planning to write now, but I'm just titling this as a collection because I'll likely just post it all as chapters of one story rather than post multiple stories.

No continuous plot for the ongoing chapters (however many, and if I decide to write more), just a collection of one shots!

Daoming Si sat across the small dining table from Shancai, a smile forming on his lips as he watched her fish around the steaming pot between them with her chopsticks, trying to find a piece of meat in the hotpot.

He was tired from a long day of meetings, but to end the day here with her was perfect.

"There you go!" Shancai grinned when she found a piece of meat, and proceeded to dump it on top of Daoming Si's bowl of rice. "Isn't it great to have hotpot in this cold weather?"

"This simple hotpot really makes you happy, doesn't it?" Daoming Si said, as he picked up the piece of meat Shancai had picked for him and shoved it in his mouth.

"Of course! Nothing beats hotpot during winter. Especially when you get to share it with -" she stopped short. She was about to say 'someone special', but after being with him for so long, she was still shy with expressing her feelings.

Daoming Si chuckled. He knew what she was going to say. He understood her too well.

"Thanks for preparing dinner for me. I love being able to eat with you. I love watching you stuff your face happily with food," he said.

"Hey, don't make me sound like such a greedy pig!" Shancai retorted playfully.

"You are a pig. You're my little white pig!"

Shancai rolled her eyes. The steam from the hotpot rose between them as they bantered over dinner.

She really appreciated that he took the time to have dinner with her whenever he could. She knew his work was hectic, especially since he finished graduate school and joined Daoming Group officially as its Managing Director. There was a lot of pressure, but she felt that he had done exceedingly well. In the first year itself he had increased the company's profit by a huge margin. Newspapers and magazines were clamouring to interview the youngest Managing Director in the country, and to get him to share the secrets of his success. It must be hard having to juggle all that plus spend time with her.

Shancai glanced at Daoming Si thoughtfully as she chewed on her food. He looked tired today. She could see dark circles forming under his eyes. He had told her he had a full day of meetings today. He only managed to reach her place at 8pm for dinner.

"What're you thinking about?"

Shancai's train of thought was broken and she found him staring quizzically back at her.

"Nothing, I'm just thinking that it's getting late, we better finish our dinner quickly so you can go home and rest. You probably have lots of work to catch up on," Shancai replied.

"Tomorrow's Saturday, I'm not planning on going into the office. Anyway, I'll just stay here tonight," said Daoming Si.

Shancai's eyes widened. "Why're you staying here?"

"Like you said, it's getting late, and I'm tired. I don't want to travel all the way back home. And I already told my driver he could go home because I'm spending the night here."

"You were planning all along to stay tonight? Why wouldn't you want to go back to your huge mansion and sleep on your huge bed? You should have told me earlier -"

Shancai's bombardment of questions was cut off by Daoming Si.

"Stupid woman, you're acting like I've never stayed over here before."

"I know you have, but -"

"No buts. I just want to sleep next to you. Please?" he said gently.

She felt herself soften at his pleading eyes. It's not that she didn't want to spend the night with him. They've slept on the same bed before many times. But she knew his mother still hadn't fully warmed up to the idea of them being together. She was grateful Daoming Feng had stopped interfering in their relationship, but she knew she didn't have her full approval yet. Now that Daoming Si was running the company from Shanghai, his mother had taken a step back from the corporation and decided to spend most of her time in Shanghai as well. This meant she was aware of Daoming Si's whereabouts even more acutely than when she was in London. Shancai didn't want Daoming Si staying out all night and giving Daoming Feng reason to resent her more.

"Your mum…" she trailed off.

"It's fine Shancai, I promise," Daoming Si said, placing his hand over hers.

Shancai pursed her lips. She could feel all her defences crumbling at the mere touch of his hand.

"Alright…" she finally relented. Daoming Si grinned widely at her. He quickly shoved two more mouthfuls of rice into his mouth, eager to wash up and get some rest with Shancai.

The dishes were washed and Shancai had showered first. She dried her hair in front of her mirror as she heard the water running in the bathroom, Daoming Si singing some English song in the shower. Shancai giggled. No matter how tired he was, he still had a habit of humming or singing in the shower. She smiled to herself as she brushed her hair.

By the time Daoming Si emerged from the bathroom, Shancai was in bed, her eyes closed and her breathing even as she slept. Daoming Si quietly moved about the bedroom, turning off her desk lamp and the lights in the hall.

He felt his way around in the dark, making his way back to the bed where Shancai was sleeping. Just as he reached the edge of the bed, he accidentally stubbed his toe against the bed frame.

"Ow!" Daoming Si yelped in pain.

Shancai awoke with a start. "What's wrong?"

"My foot! Ahhh," Daoming Si exclaimed.

Shancai scrambled out of bed and deftly made her way to the light switch at the entrance of the bedroom. When the light flooded the bedroom, she couldn't help but burst out into laughter at the sight of Daoming Si clutching his foot and hopping about in pain.

"Stupid woman, why are you laughing at me? I'm in pain here!" Daoming Si yelled at her.

"Alright alright," Shancai giggled, going over to help him onto the bed.

"You really should invest in a bedside lamp you know," he grumbled.

"I'll buy one first thing tomorrow," she said, sitting next to him at the edge of the bed and rubbing his back soothingly as she tried to stifle her laughter as he continued to wince in pain.

Daoming Si glanced at her smiling face. She was close enough for him to count the lashes on her eyelids. Suddenly, her big doe eyes were looking back up at him.

"What?" she asked.

He grinned and responded by tackling her onto the bed, hovering above her so she couldn't escape.

"Daoming Si!" she chided, although she had a smile playing on her lips.

He stroked his thumb across her cheek, taking in her features, memorising every inch of her face. She wasn't the most beautiful girl in the world, but that determined look in her eyes when she set her mind to something, and the way her face radiated with love when she stared at him, that was the most attractive thing ever.

He pushed a lock of her fringe out of her eyes and leaned down to kiss her softly on the lips. Her eyes fluttered close as she kissed him back.

He had a huge bedroom and a huge bed back home, but nothing could beat lying here on this cramped and slightly too hard double bed with Shancai. The warmth he felt here with her could not be replicated elsewhere.

When he broke away, Shancai smiled shyly at him.

"Silly boy, you should sleep now. It's late and you've been so busy the entire week. You need the rest."

They huddled under the blanket, Shancai's head resting on Daoming Si's chest as his arms circled around her, pulling her into his embrace. Slowly, they drifted off to sleep together.