[Age gap] [Wealthy families] [Secret love comes true] [Utterly doting]
At seventeen, Jiang An barged into Lu Ci’s orderly world with her cello in her arms.
He was five years older than her, the young uncle of a family friend: refined and distant, someone she should never have dared to dream of.
She thought the late-night music and morning milk were just her own private turmoil.
It wasn’t until she left with her suitcase that Lu Ci understood: the girl who called him “Uncle” had long since wrapped his heart around her little finger with the strings of her cello.
Later, the young Master Lu, once a regular on the party scene, learned to make caramel pudding perfectly every time. Beneath the stage at every one of her competitions, he pleaded with red-rimmed eyes: “An’an, there’s still room for you in the passenger seat.”
