[Paranoid chess-playing powerful official × Ignorant orphan girl | False brother-sister taboo pull]
Nan Ruan lived on the streets when he was a child, and was picked up by the arrogant and withdrawn Yin Shao'en and brought back to the Shangshu Mansion. When I first met Yin Shaoen, I only remembered his ruthless and hateful pair of attractive green eyes.
"What should you call me?" Yin Shaoen lifted Nan Ruan's chin and stuffed the sweet-scented osmanthus cake covered in sugar into her mouth.
Nan Ruan swallowed the cake tremblingly and raised his eyes to meet those green eyes: "Ah... Brother."
But the dim sum of this decade is not easy to hold. You have to hold it on your back and kneel down to receive it. Yin Shaoen had always treated her lukewarmly. One day, she went out to find out information for him as usual. When she returned, Yin Shaoen disappeared.
After ten years of imprisonment, the thought of escaping grew wildly in her heart, but every time she escaped, it seemed as if a pair of invisible eyes were staring at her, always making her give up halfway.
The last time, Nan Ruan was put on a red sedan. The bumpy road made her sleepy and fell asleep.
In the dream, a pair of familiar and cold hands brushed her lips, stroking away the tears she had shed from the exhaustion of running around for days.
Nan Ruan wanted to open his eyes and look, but he was too tired to move until the familiar voice came to his ears:
"Wrong, my sister should call me husband."
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The officialdom is intertwined, but Yin Shaoen has a good chess piece. There is no intention in the chess game. He feeds it with snacks every day just to get a good move.
In order to monopolize the tenderness of being together day and night, Yin Shaoen and Nan Ruan took on the guise of brother and sister. Unexpectedly, this silly girl actually treated him as an elder brother.
"It's not enough to have my brother in my eyes." Yin Shaoen pinched her face and turned it towards the bronze mirror, pressing against the broken tears, "It must be the same in my heart."
After three years of planning, the game in the court is about to begin. The chess piece he raised wanted to escape.
He doesn't want to play this game of chess. The chess pieces are his, and so is his wife!
Small theater:
On the wedding day, Nan Ruan opened his hijab and saw a pair of scarlet blue eyes.
"I've been calling you brother for ten years," Yin Shaoen's hand holding her neck tightened slightly, and with the other hand he handed the sweet-scented osmanthus cake covered in sugar to her lips.
"Brother, feed you one last time. Swallow it. It's time to change your mouth."
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V line over half way
Purpose: Don't follow anyone home casually
