Just practicing my writing! This isn’t a good fit for Tomato Novel, so don’t read it!
Before dawn had broken, she gazed at the handprint by the window and smiled bitterly. “Brother, from now on, let’s part on good terms…”
The glass reflected the man’s chest, covered in red marks. Qi Yanhui pulled her into his arms and kissed the tears from the corners of her eyes.
His voice was hoarse and wild. “Lailai, it’s too late.”
“You were the one who flirted with me first. Even if you cry yourself to death, we’re carrying on.”
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The powerful Qi family had two sons and a daughter. Their youngest daughter died in a plane crash.
When Wei Shilai saw the news, she was working at a tiny, greasy restaurant to earn her living expenses. She looked up and saw Qi Yanhui, the Qi family’s new head, walking toward her.
One glance was enough to send her heart racing.
The man stopped in front of her, looking down at her with the swagger of a ruthless bandit who feared no one. “Would you like to come with me?”
Wei Shilai nodded. She was sixteen that year.
-
Qi Yanhui took her home and carefully shaped her into someone new.
He was the sort of man who hated trouble, yet he spoiled her like a princess.
In just two years, he transformed her from an ugly duckling into a swan. Her beauty became the least remarkable thing about her.
Qi Yanhui took her to the family’s old residence and introduced her to everyone. Her heart leaped with joy. That night, she dressed up carefully and walked into his room.
She offered him an inexperienced kiss and a confession.
He looked at her and gave a mocking smile. “You’re nowhere near good enough to be my woman.”
“Didn’t I tell you that you look just like my sister?”
She fled in humiliation. She was eighteen that year.
-
At twenty-two, she found her birth parents, got a boyfriend, and made a name for herself in her career.
At her engagement party, she brought her boyfriend to toast him. That night, Qi Yanhui cornered her in her room.
He kissed away her tears.
“You were the one who flirted with me first. Even if you cry yourself to death, we’re carrying on.”
