Just Your Little Sister? I Eloped with the Capital’s Crown Prince, and Now You’re Sobbing

Fu Qizhi and Pei Tingnian carried on a secret relationship for three years, giving him her whole heart and chasing after him. But on Pei Tingnian's birthday, she heard him tell his white moonlight, “Qizhi? I only think of her as a little sister.” Only then did Fu Qizhi realize that what she thought was salvation had been nothing but a joke. She broke up with him and walked away without looking back. Pei Tingnian confidently assumed that no matter what he did, Fu Qizhi would eventually come back and beg him to take her back. - When they met again, the woman glanced past him without a trace of feeling. Another man was already by her side. Pei Tingnian demanded, distraught, “Qizhi, who is he?” The man drew Fu Qizhi into his arms and kissed her earlobe, his tone lazy and casual. “Honey, aren't you going to introduce me to your ex?” Feeling the heat of his hand at her waist, Fu Qizhi nervously swallowed. “This is my husband, Huo Wenjun.” - To repay a debt of gratitude, Fu Qizhi married a man in a vegetative state on a whim. She thought she'd be free and left to her own devices after the wedding. Instead, her bargain husband woke up on the very first day of their marriage. She wanted a divorce, but he refused, insisting he had to take responsibility for her. Rumor had it that Huo Wenjun was an untouchable flower on a high peak in the capital's elite circles: cool, noble, restrained, and difficult to please. But who was this clingy big puppy who stuck to her whenever he got the chance? “Huo Wenjun, stay away from me!” So everyone saw the noble man lower his eyes and plead softly, “Qizhi, kiss me.” - No one knew that the tenderness of this moment was something the man had planned for a long time.