In her previous life, Ruan Xingtang was the eldest daughter of the Ruan family, but her entire family doted only on her orphaned cousin. Only Qin Jiashu gave her a little warmth.
For him, she spent seven years chasing after a worthless man, lost everything, and helped him become head of the Qin family.
Once he got what he wanted, he and her cousin imprisoned her in a basement and tortured her mercilessly before finally burning her alive.
As she lay dying, she saw the notorious uncle: gloomy, ruthless, coldhearted, and indifferent.
He risked his life to rush into the flames and held her body as he wept in utter anguish.
Given another chance at life, she kicked the scumbag to the curb, tore her cousin's mask away, and cut ties with her family.
She smashed a bottle over Qin Jiashu's head, sending blood streaming down his face. “You scumbag! Get lost!”
Then she threw herself into his uncle's arms, pressing her burning lips to his ear. “Uncle, I think I'm the one thing missing from your destiny.”
His veins stood out as he fought to restrain himself. His voice was low and hoarse. “Be good. Stop teasing me.”
Later, Qin Yannan, the powerful kingpin of the capital's elite circles, who could turn the world upside down, knelt before a young woman and spoke in a voice as tender as water. “Baby, how about we save the kisses for when we get home?”
Everyone's jaws dropped.
But the scumbag regretted it, too. Eyes red, he knelt before her. “Tangtang, you said you'd love me forever. How could you fall for someone else?”
With his collar disheveled, Qin Yannan steadied Ruan Xingtang as she melted into his arms. His eyes turned icy in an instant. “Mind your manners. Call her Auntie.”
