The day the Song family’s real heiress returned, fifteen-year-old Song Wenzhi was sent to an island, where she met He Yanzhou, who was training with the navy.
At eighteen, He Yanzhou wore a faded camouflage uniform, yet his eyes and brows carried a relaxed, aristocratic air. He was practically looking down on everyone.
Song Wenzhi kept reminding herself: Don’t provoke He Yanzhou. He’s trouble.
*
Years later, He Yanzhou takes the reins at Lingyu.
Song Wenzhi goes straight to him. “Can you invest in Yuanhang?”
He chuckles and asks, “What’s in it for me?”
Song Wenzhi comes prepared, and her pitch flows smoothly from her lips, full of grand promises.
He Yanzhou is unimpressed and unmoved. “Are you done?”
Song Wenzhi nods. “Yes. What do you think, Mr. He?”
“Not much.” He rests his chin on one hand and drawls lazily, “You’re just making me empty promises.”
*
For a while after they marry, flatbreads are served at every meal.
Song Wenzhi slides a plate in front of He Yanzhou. “You’re not eating?”
His dark eyes narrow slightly. He gently holds her pale wrist, slowly stroking it with his thumb. “Are you going to feed me?”
The graceful light swirls and shimmers around them.
But what he’s being fed isn’t just flatbread...
【He Yanzhou: a scheming, cool, flirtatious wild man who’s impossible to tame VS Song Wenzhi: pure-hearted, sincere, and occasionally rebellious】
【A big bad wolf carefully and persistently luring a little white rabbit, one tender seduction at a time】
Ahhhhhhhhhhh, I really like watching it