Lin Yanqiu looked at the young man in front of her, wearing fine-framed glasses and a deep indigo silk furisode kimono: Ootori Kyoya, the marriage prospect her stepfather had ordered her to pursue at all costs.
Like all the elite people she had met here, he was refined and reserved, and every gesture revealed the heritage of an illustrious family.
Lin Yanqiu had long seen through the hypocrisy of people like them. They acted polite and courteous, but had already ranked everyone into different classes in their minds. For those they had labeled “low class,” they merely put on the gracious, benevolent airs of their “betters.” To communicate as equals and treat people sincerely? A pipe dream.
As Lin Yanqiu sized him up, Ootori Kyoya was sizing her up too.
He had met plenty of people like her, who looked down on money while enjoying its comforts, labeling all wealthy people as bloodsucking parasites and linking money to morality: rich meant corrupt, poor meant virtuous. Money was just money, a medium of exchange. Giving it too much moral significance was a sign of being enslaved by it. To him, this sort of thinking was... incredibly stupid.
The two were worlds apart in their outlooks, and parted on bad terms. Lin Yanqiu thought she would never see the “refined” Mr. Ootori again, but then she ran into him in Music Room 3 at Ouran Academy...
Yesterday, the haughty young gentleman in a kimono was now shirtless, giving her a professional smile. “We're delighted to serve you.”
Lin Yanqiu: “??”
Who are you?
+++Upcoming novel: Breaking Up with Oikawa One Hundred Times
Ushijima Akane had two things weighing on her mind.
First, she wished her cousin would stop lecturing her about “fertile soil” every single day.
Second, she was wondering whether to keep dating her frivolous boyfriend.
Ushijima Wakatoshi had two things weighing on his mind.
First, he wished his cousin, Ushijima Akane, would stop thinking only about romance and start making plans for her future instead of drifting through life.
Since the Ushijima family had provided her with such fertile soil, she shouldn't waste the opportunities it offered.
Second, he wanted Oikawa Toru to make the right choice and come to the fertile soil where he could grow.
Oikawa Toru had two things weighing on his mind.
First, how to defeat Ushijima Wakatoshi.
Second, how to keep Ushijima Akane from breaking up with him.
Theme: Love is the process of learning to see the other person.
It feels like ancient dog-blood novels🐶
Why isn't it over yet? [Loading] I can't stand it anymore [Loading]
So sweet, so sour. I feel like I like Jingye, but because it's too painful, the future is uncertain, and what I miss most may never come true, I don't realize the feelings at all, little bitter melon 😭
Beautifully finished, thanks for the treat! 🐶🐶[cat paw]
Mom... Mom... I'm still willing to call you mom, after all, we share the same blood and share the same heartbeat. I want to ask you, are you doing all this for me or for yourself? At first, I thought you were really just like a mother in the worldly sense, that "selfless and great", willing to submit to a person who doesn't love you and even uses and humiliates you for the sake of your daughter and your husband's mother. But I find that I can't understand you. You know clearly that your compromise has not brought me happiness at all, and has even brought me unimaginable suffering. But why don't you continue to play your "selfless and great" mother image and save me from fire and water? I even want to hate myself, "Great, you are not really wronging yourself, you are also fighting for a better life for yourself, your life is not just about me." Mom, mom... You are my mother, you are you, I don't know how to treat you, the past is like a mirror. Mom, mom... I obviously want to let hatred replace your place in my heart, but when I see that beast using you to please others, when you soften your attitude towards me, when you persuade that beast to sign, I still can't help but feel sorry for you and me. Am I cheap? Obviously you have done that to me, but I just can't help but think, are you doing this for me? Did you ask it to be signed so that I could escape? Why do I think of you like this? I don't want to think about you like this, but my emotions are like shaken soda, sweeping over me like a flood out of control. I don't want this, I'm not willing to do it, mom, I hate you, mom, I love you, mom. (Comments from my thoughts, a lot of OOCs appear, personal XP masterpiece)
It's delicious. It's rare that the main character can be seamlessly integrated into Ouran's writing. I feel like I can have a picture in my head. The connection with the original plot is just right💜💜
Ah ah ah, I like it so much. I hope Yanqiu can get over this dilemma as soon as possible.
Can you charge a fee to enter v 😩
Yes, yes, this is it
Hahahahaha, the maid sister went to Oita hahahahaha