On the day when the scumbag broke off the engagement in public, I randomly picked up a homeless boy and asked, "Will you marry me?"
He nodded obediently, his eyes shining like stars in distress.
Later, the scumbag found out that I was the second princess of the Tianqi Group and knelt outside the villa to beg for reconciliation.
Wearing the silk pajamas I bought, the young man leaned against the door and chuckled: "My sister is raising me as her little husband, so I have to line up."
At the auction, he casually strummed the thousand-year-old guqin, and the sound of the qin actually arranged an AI code. It seems that this little doting husband is not ordinary!
This little doting husband is extraordinary.
Only then did I realize how pitiful this little person was—he was clearly the missing heir of a reclusive guqin family.
