Yin Chunhen, Who Hates Me

My name is Lian Sheng, and I am the Yin family's shameful secret.

My mother was one of the family head's concubines, but my father was an actor who had an affair with her. The day their secret came to light, my mother was terrified. She managed to give birth to me, then passed away soon after.

The family's shame could not be made public.

With the family head's tacit consent, I was still made the manor's Third Miss. After all, my mother had served him for years, and though she had no great achievements, she had at least worked hard.

But I knew my place and never dared put on airs as one of the masters.

I knew there were only two masters in the Yin family.

One was the family head.

The other was Yin Er.

Yin Er was my nominal elder brother by adoption, nicknamed that because he was second in birth order. In private, everyone respectfully called him Young Master Chunhen.

Young Master Chunhen took me from a young age and raised me in the same courtyard as himself.

Outside, we were brother and sister.

Behind closed doors, he was the young master, and I was his lowly maid.

The young master hated me very, very much.

Especially after a demon possessed him. In his darkest, most sordid desires, I was the only one he saw.

From then on, his loathing for me grew almost to the point of hatred.

He was always threatening to kill me.

Yet his eyes stayed fixed on me, and his mouth continued to toy with me.

I had had enough of living like this and longed to escape as soon as I could.

Heaven has a virtue for cherishing life.

At last, my chance came.

One day, as usual, the young master forced me to accompany him on an exorcism. But the information was wrong.

At the critical moment, the young master shoved me aside and stood in front of me.

As I collapsed to the ground in a daze, all I could see were his eyes, full of anger, bewilderment, and disbelief.

Even he didn't know why he'd stepped forward to save my life.

I knew.

But I shakily got to my feet and ran without looking back.

The moment I summoned the courage to flee, I covered my ears and ran with all my might, desperate to reach somewhere no one could ever find me.

I didn't dare look back at his resentful, icy face.

Behind me, the demon was devouring him. He howled in pain and cursed me with the vilest words he could find.

I ran farther and farther away.

In the end, all I could hear was him cursing that I should have died the moment I was born.

For the first time, hearing those words didn't make me sad.

Because I was free.

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But he didn't die.

How could he not have died?

Later, every time he gripped my chin and I begged him in terror not to eat me, I wondered:

How could he not have died?

Note: The romantic storyline and intimate interactions begin only after their familial relationship is severed.

Theme: Face reality with courage