[No blood relation] [A touch of a golden finger] [Injustice avenged] [1v1]
On his deathbed, Su Ying’s father clutched her hand tightly. “A Ying, go to the capital and find your maternal cousin... In this life, trust no one.”
With a vast fortune in her hands, Su Ying became the most treasured young cousin in the Shen household.
Her maternal aunt treated her like her own daughter, her uncle was upright and honorable, and her three cousins were all gentlemen of the finest character.
Especially the third cousin, Shen Yan. He was so strict with himself and respectful of propriety that he had never even set foot in her courtyard.
On the day she came of age, her aunt cheerfully brought out portraits of eligible young men.
But from behind the screen, a bony, elegant hand suddenly reached out and gripped her wrist.
Beneath the moonlight, dark currents surged in Shen Yan’s eyes as he pinned her against the cold pillar in the covered walkway.
“You’ve looked at so many, Cousin. How could you leave me out?”
