A beautiful, decisive true heiress in fragile health × a proud, unruly, devoted crown prince
(Real and fake heiress, face-slapping the villains, mutual salvation, both leads are each other’s only one, sweet romance)
Wen Yang was the true heiress the Xie family had accidentally switched at birth twenty-five years earlier.
She returned to the Xie family full of hope, only to be greeted not with a hug, but with a bucket of freezing water.
Wen Yang slapped the culprit right back.
That slap was like flipping a switch. From then on, whenever anyone crossed her in Shencheng, she went straight to throwing punches.
She slapped the fake heiress who wanted to humiliate her in public until she cried. “You sound like you’re having a great time. How about saying that loud enough for everyone to hear?”
She slapped the prosthetic cheek off a sleazy relative who wanted to put her in another man’s bed as his mistress. “I bet your family has no idea that your specialty is being someone’s mistress, do they?”
She crippled the scumbag who had been with countless women and dared to touch her. “If you can’t live without women, I’ll turn you into one.”
One slap, then another. The amused smiles on the faces of Shencheng’s onlookers turned to sheer terror as they scrambled to stay away.
Who said Wen Yang was a useless country bumpkin?
She was clearly the ancient Greek goddess in charge of slaps!
They watched helplessly as Wen Yang not only joined the table, but took the seat at its head.
Before they could recover, the people of Shencheng were horrified to discover that the crown prince at the very top of Beijing’s social pyramid was Wen Yang’s most loyal protector.
He’d do whatever she pointed at, and throw in a bankruptcy package for good measure.
Damn!
Everyone who had badmouthed Wen Yang behind her back rushed up to beg her for a slap.
Wen Yang: “…”
What a bunch of lunatics!
