"Mr. Ci, what do you believe in?"
With frost and snow covering her hair, he looked as though his hair had turned white with age.
Ci Jingchen slowed his step. After a long moment, he turned, gently gathered the coat around the little woman beside him, and bent down. His handsome face drew close to her eyes. Her cheeks were visibly flushed as he said in a low voice,
"I am..."
"I am a devotee of Yu Wanqing."
His voice was bewitching, ensnaring the heart.
The little woman before him smiled. Rising onto her toes, she looped her arms around his neck and asked with a teasing air,
"Then what should I do, Mr. Ci?
I'm a firm materialist."
The man's hands naturally settled on her slender waist, drawing her close. His eyes were deep as a pool, overflowing with affection as he waited for her reply.
"You're the one person I hope to meet again in another life..."
[Graceful, lively beauty in a qipao from a Suzhou embroidery family vs. restrained, gentle, aloof younger uncle]
[Both devoted to each other + mutual pursuit + playful flirting + sizzling chemistry + warm-hearted domineering CEO + older man, seven-year age gap]
The Ci and Yu families had been close for three generations. From the moment Madam Yu became pregnant, both families doted on the baby in her belly. If Ci Shaohua hadn't stopped her, Madam Ci would have wanted to arrange a betrothal by birth.
Yu Wanqing did indeed turn out just as Madam Ci had hoped: she fell for a man from the Ci family. Unfortunately, it wasn't Madam Ci's son, Ci Chen'an...
The person who stirred her heart in her youth, the one she secretly loved as a girl, was Ci Chen'an's younger uncle, a man seven years older than her. But this heartless man went abroad when she was eighteen and stayed away for four whole years...
"Little Uncle, you don't happen to have some kind of... affliction, do you?"
"Oh? Then why don't you find out, darling?"
