The Return of Miss Gu: Kill, Kill, Kill! She's Gone on a Rampage!

[Satisfying rich-family romance + the hero's secret crush comes true + eight-year age gap + the second male lead's long road to win her back + sweet romance and putting villains in their place] The day Gu Jingshu returned from the countryside, she suddenly discovered that her family had acquired a “little sister.” Five years earlier, Gu's mother had been rescued from a car accident by Zhao Rou'er, so she adopted her as her goddaughter. Who knew that this white lotus flower, Zhao Rou'er, would be so ambitious? She acted sweet and obedient on the surface, but secretly coveted Gu Jingshu's place. Her parents doted on Zhao Rou'er, and Gu Jingshu's younger brother did everything she said. On the very day Gu Jingshu returned home, Zhao Rou'er even showed off the token of love her fiance had given her. Gu Jingshu sneered. “You think I'm a pushover, someone you can manipulate however you like?” She took control of the situation and methodically cleaned house, ultimately exposing the white lotus's true nature and becoming the most cherished woman in one of the top families in the capital. Word had it that Shen Chenyuan, the youngest son of the Shen family, was always refined and aloof, the most distinguished man in all of the capital. Not even a female mosquito could get near him. But rumors were just rumors. The truth was far more explosive. One day, he was photographed in the garage of a top luxury hotel, gripping a woman's slender waist as they kissed passionately. Later, he gave an interview to a financial reporter and somehow turned a perfectly good business news story into an entertainment headline. The reporter asked, “Mr. Shen, we heard you were photographed kissing and embracing a woman in a basement a few days ago. Would you care to explain?” Shen Chenyuan looked toward a figure in the audience and curled his lips into a faint smile. “She's my wife. I've loved her for twenty years. Am I not allowed to love her with my heart and soul?” The camera panned to the last row, where a figure tugged her scarf higher. The tips of her ears were already bright red.