After I Fed My Possessive Uncle, He Tried to Run Away With Me

Moody, brooding young man + easygoing little-white-rabbit heroine + female lead has no sexual experience, male lead does + happy ending + older woman-younger man romance

Shen Amian was breathtakingly beautiful, with a willowy figure and skin as white as snow. After marrying the eldest son of the Xie family, Xie Heng, she asked for no riches, only a peaceful life in their little courtyard.

Everything changed when the Xie family’s long-lost second son, Xie Xian, was found and brought home.

Strange dreams began to haunt Shen Amian. In them, she was cruel and spiteful, treating Xie Xian as a thorn in her side. She watched coldly as he huddled in the woodshed, shivering in the cold. She forced him to take the blame for Xie Heng and get beaten with a stick. In the end, she even plunged a poisoned dagger into his heart with her own hands.

She woke night after night in a cold sweat. Whenever she saw the silent boy splitting wood in the courtyard, guilt coiled around her heart like a vine. She began doing everything she could to make it up to him, simmering his favorite lotus seed soup every day, mending his clothes with tiny, unobtrusive stitches, and keeping warm tea ready beneath the veranda until dawn while he studied by lamplight.

She thought her tenderness could make up for the sins of her dreams. Little did she know that the increasingly obedient boy would one day pin her against a wall and call her name again and again.

“Amian.”

From the male lead’s perspective.

The day he first saw Shen Amian, she stood beneath the covered corridor, her plain skirt trailing on the ground, her features as gentle as a spring rain in Jiangnan.

He hid in the shadows, and with just one glance, he offered her the heart he had spent more than a decade struggling to keep alive in the mud.

Xie Heng was a coward. What right did he have to enjoy twenty years of the Xie family’s love and affection, and still keep her for himself?

He watched her bustle about for him every day, watched the guilt and tenderness she couldn’t conceal when she looked at him. The filthy, frenzied thoughts lurking in his heart were like wild grass after spring rain, spreading out of control.

Take her for himself...