Little Uncle, Please Don’t Get Too Close

Age gap × faux uncle-and-niece relationship × the powerful one bows his head × transmigration × warlord romance × both leads have no past romantic entanglements × mistaken identities × mutual surrender × slow-burn romance × amnesia

A cunning young marshal who loves teasing people ✘ a brilliant, resilient heiress

The thing Lin Lu regretted most in her life was grabbing her “ancestor” and asking his price after transmigrating into the body of a wealthy young woman from the Republican era.

“Hey, handsome, interested in being an escort?”

Shen Jingnian gave her a faintly amused look. “Do I get a salary?”

Lin Lu: “You do.”

“I’m expensive.”

“How expensive?”

“One tael of gold…”

“Deal.”

“…per second.”

Only later did she find out that he was the young marshal of the Si family, a man so powerful even her father had to step aside for him, and an elder she was supposed to call “Uncle.”

But by then, it was too late.

She had insulted Shen Jingnian to his face, calling him cold-blooded, ruthless, and cruel.

She had even shoved all her belongings into his hands and said, “I’ll take care of you.”

Later, he knelt at her feet, kissing the tops of them again and again, humbled to the dust.

“Marry me.”

Lin Lu was thrilled inside, but slowly asked aloud, “Then can you bark for me?”

“…Woof.”

He did it without hesitation, indulgence in every syllable.

She stared at him. “You actually did it?”

He raised his eyes, her reflection filling them. “If it makes Tongbao happy, I’ll do anything.”

Who could have imagined that Shen, the young marshal who ruled Shangcheng and commanded fear wherever he went, ruthless and merciless on the battlefield, would willingly sheath his claws and surrender to her alone?