Crossing the Line, Crossing the Bed

[Stealing the woman he loves: cold-hearted heroine × immoral hero who steals her away and claims her]

Everyone in Beicheng knew that Luan Nianfu was Qin Jiahe's child bride and the future young madam of the Qin family.

No one ever imagined that she would become Qin Shaoli's wife, and Qin Jiahe's aunt by marriage.

An accident led Qin Shaoli to sleep with his nephew's fiancée.

The gentle, aloof young woman calmly got dressed, showing not the slightest fear of his identity.

“Let's pretend this never happened.”

“Uncle.”

She invoked their relationship to remind him that they had crossed a line, cutting off his impulse to take responsibility.

But Qin Shaoli refused to let it go, making a bet with her: “Give me three months. I'll make you fall in love with me.”

“If I win, you'll marry me.”

His voice was calm and certain, as if he had already decided she would lose.

Later, before the three-month deadline was up, the man knocked on the young woman's door in the dead of night and shamelessly offered himself to her.

Qin Shaoli's clothes were rumpled, and her kisses had left him dazed with desire. Yet his hand stayed firmly clasped around her slender waist, refusing to let go.

He demanded hoarsely, “I've stooped to stealing Jiahe's woman.”

“Are you still not going to give me a proper title?”

Qin Jiahe had no idea that the uncle he trusted had been stealing his girl right under his nose.

By the time he learned the truth, it was too late.

He screamed insults at him: “You're a shameless homewrecker!”

But Qin Shaoli merely patted his nephew on the shoulder and gave him a taunting smile.

“What homewrecker?”

“Your aunt has never been with you.”

“Good nephew, stop dreaming.”

“She only loves me.”