The Heir Is Cold as Ice, but Plays the Delicate Flower in Private

The first thing Li Fuguang does after being reborn is put some distance between herself and Rong Jingci, the sworn enemy who strangled her in her previous life.

But the System is determined to make trouble, insisting that she touch Rong Jingci’s abs.

Trembling, Li Fuguang reaches out, closes her eyes, and braces for death.

Instead, a low, restrained groan comes from above her.

Rong Jingci’s eyes redden as he promptly collapses into her arms. His pale face is the picture of helplessness.

“Since you’ve taken advantage of me, Miss Li, you must take responsibility for me. If you use me and then abandon me, I’ll have no choice but to beat the grievance drum and let the whole world know how heartless you are...”

Li Fuguang is left speechless: ...Are you all right?

What she doesn’t know is that Rong Jingci has also been reborn.

In his previous life, he watched helplessly as she threw herself into the fire for someone else, only to meet a tragic end. He buried her, slaughtered all her enemies, and eventually died of grief.

In this life, he sheds his cold exterior and carefully disguises himself as a fragile, harmless “master of tea.”

“Fuguang, I’m frail and can’t stand the wind. You have to hold me.”

“They all say I’m ruthless and cruel, Fuguang. You’re the only one who understands how wronged I am...”

Li Fuguang stares at the man before her, who speaks in a cloyingly coy voice while crushing an assassin’s skull with one hand, and falls into deep thought.