After her father died and her mother remarried, fifteen-year-old Jin Yin was taken in by Uncle Chen.
On her first day at the Chen residence, she was pushed into the water and left in a miserable state. Chen Shaoyu, however, smiled and reached out to her, every finger radiating refinement and grace.
Having lived under someone else’s roof since childhood, Jin Yin had learned one thing: always speak little and tread carefully.
She fell for the wrong man, her younger uncle by marriage, but cut her losses in time. Years later, he began closing in on her at every turn.
Everyone said Chen Shaoyu was warm on the surface but cold at heart, and impossible to get close to. What they didn’t know was how much he loved nuzzling against Jin Yin’s temple, coaxing her in a gentle voice every chance he got: “Yinyin, marry me.”
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