Everyone in Beicheng knew that Jiang Youchu, the eldest daughter of the Jiang family, was the one and only exception to Xiao Boting's rules.
Thanks to his unwavering devotion to her over the past eight years, she could throw her weight around all over Beicheng. Even when she stirred up a catastrophe, that composed, self-controlled man would always clean up the mess for her.
Then Xiao Boting was acknowledged by the Zhou family and became their immensely powerful heir. With family bound to him by blood and a perfect fiancée, everyone waited to see Jiang Youchu become a laughingstock, convinced she'd finally lost her protector.
But at a society gala, they saw the spoiled young heiress hook a finger in the new head of the family's tie and tap the dimple on his cheek. She smiled sweetly. “There's wine on you.”
As the whole room watched with gleeful anticipation, the usually aloof and dignified Xiao Boting leaned down and kissed away a wine stain that wasn't even there. When she frowned, he coaxed her gently, his eyes full of indulgence no one else ever got to see.
“Good girl, save the mischief for when we get home.”
When they were children, he tried to discipline her. She would plant her hands on her hips, call him a “bastard,” and swear she was done with him forever.
Later, beneath warm red wedding curtains, he stroked her slender ankle and admitted in a low voice,
“That's right. I'm a bastard.”
“But Youchu, you're the bone of my bones and flesh of my flesh.”
From childhood sweethearts to a love that never wavered, he raised her with his own hands, then gently devoured her whole.
A sweet story of protection, waiting, and absolute devotion.
