The Sickly Beauty Makes a Scene, and the Big Shot Just Spoils Her

[Both leads are exclusive to each other]

Everyone said Fu Qingxiao's finest creation was his younger brother, Song Xingtang, whom he kept under a glass dome. Beautiful, obedient, and frail, he wouldn't last three days without his big brother.

Until one banquet at three in the morning, Song Xingtang dragged in a suitcase and seized Fu Qingxiao by the tie in front of a roomful of astonished guests. His voice was sleepy, but his eyes shone brightly.

“Big brother, I dreamed you got married.”

Fu Qingxiao calmly removed his hand. “Dreams are the opposite of reality.”

Song Xingtang rose onto his toes and leaned close to his ear, laughing softly. “What if I came back to make that dream come true?”

He thought he'd raised a canary, never realizing its beak could shatter glass.

No one in their circle knew that the locked drawer in Fu Qingxiao's study held hundreds of postcards from around the world, all signed with the same single character: Mian.

And no one could have guessed that when the Su family's heiress appeared at a salon with Fu Qingxiao on her arm, the young man in the corner would unveil a painting with his own hands. The Light in the Keyhole lit up the entire room, its signature in the lower-right corner glaringly clear: Mian.

Fu Qingxiao turned around abruptly in the middle of the crowd.

His canary had pecked through the glass dome. Now it stood at the edge of his world, embarking on a grand and painful “escape.”

[Side story: When a by-the-book assistant meets a laid-back doctor]

For the first time, an unclassifiable “variable” appeared on Zhou Xu's perfectly organized schedule: Lu Qingrang.

“Dr. Lu, this isn't allowed.”

Lu Qingrang plucked the pen from his chest pocket and tossed it out the window, his smile lazy.

“Now I'm part of your ‘plan.’”