The scheming little husband + the domineering female boss + the two-way pull
Xin Xuanli, the shopkeeper of Moxiangzhai, the richest businesswoman in the imperial city.
He is also Xinyuehu, one of the twenty-eight constellations, Xinyuehu, the king of the fox clan who guards the Eastern Azure Dragon Shrine.
She has lived for three hundred years and has seen many men. Those who are meek, flattering, or pretending to be noble are all the same and not worth remembering.
Until the scholar called her "sister".
Xie Lingxi, Xin Xuanheng's classmate and the concubine of the Xie family.
He is gentle and timid, and when he sees her, he lowers his eyes and the tips of his ears turn red, like a weak little sheep.
"Sister, your sleeves smell like flowers."
"Sister, drink this porridge while it's hot."
"Sister, I'm scared, can I... Follow you?"
When he calls "sister", his eyebrows are crescent, his dimples are shallow, and his voice is even soft.
Xin Xuanli frowned, why is this little sheep not afraid of death?
She didn't know that this little sheep would show its fangs where she couldn't see it.
The blue dragon in the east and the white tiger in the west are opposite each other in the astrology, and they are naturally attracted to each other.
They are destined contrasts.
She protects, he fights.
She is forbearing, he is flamboyant.
She lived for three hundred years and did not know how to make a heart move, while he learned to calculate in his early twenties.
Like the two poles of a magnet, they approach and repel, and repel and approach.
She thought he was powerless.
It was later discovered that he killed without blinking an eye.
She thought he would just call her "sister".
Only later did I realize that he was really sweet-mouthed and really cruel-hearted.
But the cruel Xie Yan Wang would only be shy in front of her, would only look at her with cautious eyes, and would even call her "sister" sweetly.
"Sister," his eyelashes trembled slightly and his voice was soft, "I'm cold."
She handed over the cloak: "If it's cold, wear more clothes."
"Sister," he took a half step closer, breathing heavily, "can I... Hold your sleeve?"
She drew her sword: "No. If you take one step closer, I will kill you."
He lowered his eyes like an abandoned puppy: "Sister is so fierce."
When he turned to leave, the corners of his lips were curved, even happily.
She protects the common people, and he protects her.
Intention: Real strength is the courage to show weakness. True intimacy is the courage to reveal your true self.