[Confident, strong-willed young lady × rugged, wild, testosterone-fueled man]
Meng Ziyuan's biological father ran off with a mountain of debt, and the family assets were seized. To dodge the creditors, she had no choice but to rent an old house in a chaotic urban village.
She dragged her suitcase to the entrance of a run-down courtyard, where a man was washing his hair with his shirt off. His muscles were taut, and he radiated raw masculinity. Meng Ziyuan raised an intrigued eyebrow, but then his icy gaze swept over her.
Her romantic fantasies vanished instantly, because he was the debt collector who had cornered her just two days ago.
"You can glare all you like. I still don't have any money." Meng Ziyuan was defiant as she dragged her suitcase inside.
Meng Ziyuan couldn't stand him, and Cheng Xiao couldn't stand the spoiled young lady from the city who made a fuss about everything.
Later, Meng Ziyuan realized that he was only hard on the outside and soft at heart. She seized on that.
"Cheng Xiao, my light bulb's broken. Help me change it."
"Cheng Xiao, get my parcel for me."
"Cheng Xiao, kiss me."
Cheng Xiao was fixing her bed. He looked up at her sitting on it, frowned, and called her crazy.
Meng Ziyuan draped herself over his broad shoulder and whispered provocatively in his ear, "Cheng Xiao, why don't you dare?"
Cheng Xiao glanced down at her, refusing to take the bait, and tossed her onto the bed. "Sorry, I'm not interested."
The firm, lean feel of his fingertips lingered, impossible to forget. Meng Ziyuan licked her lips, her beautiful eyes glimmering as she kissed him outright.
Cheng Xiao rolled over and pinned her beneath him, fierce as a hyena. "Meng Ziyuan, feeling pretty pleased with yourself, are you? Don't you dare cry later."
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Cheng Xiao had always figured he'd just take life as it came.
That was until he met Meng Ziyuan. She was the most beautiful iris in the world, free, beautiful, and poisonous.
He indulged her, paid off her debts, and willingly did whatever she asked. The one thing he didn't dare do was dream of having her.
Because he knew the iris didn't belong here.
Meng Ziyuan asked him, "Cheng Xiao, do you believe in fate?"
She plucked a blade of grass and answered her own question. "I don't. Even if we fall to our knees, we have to get back up, then jump in their faces and slap them hard."
He kissed the confident, strong-willed iris, the iris that belonged to him alone.
Theme: Young lady and rugged man | Refuse to believe in fate or compromise.
