Yu Qingge spent three years pursuing that aloof Buddhist monk, only to discover after their marriage that his heart already belonged to someone else.
The person he cherished most was none other than his niece in name.
She smashed his meditation room, tore up his sutras, and moved out of the villa that very night.
“Let's get a divorce. I can't redeem your Buddhist heart!”
Only when she stood among the world's elite, holding the hand of a miniature version of the little monk, did he finally descend from his pedestal. Rolling a prayer bead between his fingers, he pinned her against the wall, eyes red.
“Qingge, my heart... should have belonged to you all along!”
She broke free with a laugh and affectionately linked arms with the man beside her. “A monk must not give in to worldly desires. Sorry, I've already moved on!”
The heroine's CP in the introduction is not a scumbag [note]