The Wicked Little White Lotus Plays with the World, and Every Brother Falls for Her

[No-Brain Novel] [One Woman, Many Men] [Romance-Focused] [Chaste Male Leads, But Arrogant] [Melodramatic] [Pure Fetish Fiction]

The day Shen Shu ran away from the mountains, all she carried was a faded canvas bag with her admission letter and ID inside.

She thought the hardest part was already over.

Then she rescued a man covered in blood. When she woke up, she'd been brought to a grand house in the capital, where everyone in the courtyard was staring at her.

Shen Shu didn't quite understand.

She only knew that calling them "big brother" couldn't hurt, so she obediently went around greeting them all.

The day Wen Zheng returned, this was the scene he found.

Huddled in the passenger seat, Shen Shu asked softly, "Are you angry?"

"..."

"Then let me go."

Wen Zheng turned to look at her, his gaze dark.

"You don't want to stay with me? Is it because you like someone else?"

Shen Shu couldn't understand it. The Wen family ancestral hall was inscribed with the virtues of brotherly affection and respect for one's elders, yet every one of them was more unreasonable and wilder than the last.

What she couldn't understand even more was that Wen Zheng was clearly the fiercest of them all, but he was the only one she dared to lose her temper with.