(Rebirth of a charming and intelligent young lady × infatuated, tolerant and overbearing president)
I was once the most delicate rose in Lu Ting's palm. From the time I was a toddler to the age of hairpins, he always wrapped me in a cedar-scented coat, even the trembling of my last voice when I called him "little uncle" was carefully smoothed out.
But Xie Shi's acting eyes were so deceptive. He taught me to be rebellious, teach me to be disobedient, and teach me to crush the gentle cocoon that my uncle had spent twenty years weaving.
It wasn't until that rainy night when my uncle's wheelchair overturned in a pool of blood that I could clearly see the poisonous sneer in Xie Shi's eyes.
It turns out that I am just a carefully designed chess piece, used to destroy the Lu family's sharpest knife.
When the flames from the bomb detonated engulfed us, his blood-stained palms were still tightly wrapped around my waist, murmuring, "I'll protect you this time."
When he opened his eyes again, he was back to the time before his accident. The armrests of the sandalwood wheelchair still retained the warmth of his palms.
On the day Xie Shi came to coax me to elope with roses in his hands, I laughed and poured the hot coffee on his face.
In this life, I want everyone who has plotted against Lu Ting to kneel down and lick every inch of ground that his wheelchair has run over.
