Wen Yu was the true young master whom the Wen family had mistakenly embraced for twenty-one years. After he recognized his ancestor and returned to his clan, no one cared about him - he was too thin, too quiet, and stuttered. He looked like a crushed imitation standing next to the fake young master. The Wen family sent him out of the country.
It rained in London throughout November. He was working in a cafe, and on the night when his finger was cut, a man stood at the door. Black coat, gray-blue eyes, handed a handkerchief.
Pei Xingye. Mixed Chinese and English. The only heir to the Cavendish family. The way he appears in Wenyu's life is almost harmless - an umbrella today, a pack of snacks tomorrow, a note under a coffee cup the day after tomorrow. Just the right amount of care, never out of bounds. Like a perfect gentleman.
Wen Yu told himself not to think too much. But the pile of notes in the drawer is getting higher and higher, and the number of insomnia is increasing. He finally searched for the line - "Cavendish Family England" - and looked at it for two hours.
He decided to go. It's not because Pei Xingye is bad. It's great. Too good for him to deserve.
That night at the train station, Pei Xingye chased me. No jacket, hair wet from the rain. Wen Yu suddenly saw clearly - the way this man looked at him was not a gentleman from beginning to end.
Be hungry. Always.
The cage door was open because he didn't want to leave.
Intention: Being firmly chosen is more important than being saved.