I Thought You Were My Boss, but You Want to Marry into My Family

[Sweet-Acting Little Firecracker vs. Secretly Unhinged Young Master]

This was a trap laid from the very beginning. You’d better behave. You’re the one who started this.

But, boss, what exactly counts as behaving?

The first time Song Xiye met Zhou Rushi was three days after she returned to her hometown. Back then, she thought, What a shame. Such a handsome young man, and already confined to a wheelchair.

The second time they met, he came over to borrow a screwdriver to fix his broken wheelchair. His long, straight legs really caught her eye. He wasn’t crippled, so why was he in a wheelchair? What a strange man.

The third time, she found a new job as the assistant to the new neighbor next door. She’d take care of his three meals a day and handle some everyday paperwork. The pay was better than any job she’d had before.

She hugged herself nervously. “You’re not planning anything with me, are you?”

Zhou Rushi shook his head, his brows hidden by his tousled hair. “You’re overthinking it.” His voice was so cool it sent a shiver through her.

His gaze burned through the gaps in his fringe, sizing her up like a leopard choosing its prey.

A wildflower he’d personally trained into something irresistible was not for anyone else to pick.

Surely she didn’t think she could get away unscathed after seducing him without a word?

But somewhere along the way, that wildflower took over and started bossing him around at home. Zhou Rushi was so exasperated he could only laugh. She was drawing a salary from him while loudly insisting that office romances were off-limits, and now she even wanted to stray. One day she was a devoted older fan of some male star, the next she was an auntie fan of some younger guy. Did he even exist to her?

Song Xiye gazed bewilderedly at the man pinning her down. “Hey, are you serious?”

All I want is to make good money and become a little rich lady. And you’re already eyeing my household registration booklet.