The Disguised Butterfly

Feng Xining had been the apple of her family's eye for seventeen years.

Pampered from childhood, she grew up spoiled, willful, and mean-spirited.

When she met Bo Jinwang again, she was already a pearl buried in dust, a butterfly fallen into the water.

A cigarette dangled from the man's lips. His smile never reached his eyes as he asked in a casual tone, "Want to come home with me?"

The young lady had never had a very good memory.

It was only after she went home with him that Feng Xining suddenly remembered, under the man's dangerous, cold gaze:

She and Bo Jinwang had been engaged, but back then, Bo Jinwang hadn't even caught Feng Xining's eye.

It seemed she'd even mocked him.

And then, with her nose in the air... she'd broken off the engagement.

That night.

Bo Jinwang smiled and casually rested his hand against her slender shoulder blade. "Like a butterfly."

Feng Xining lifted her red lips in a radiant, dazzling smile.

Then Bo Jinwang changed the subject: "Just like the view you left me with when you broke off our engagement."

Feng Xining shivered, like a butterfly beating its wings.

She acted as if she didn't care, but thought to herself: You bastard, putting on an act with me? Let's see who can outdo whom!

Butterflies are good at disguising themselves. So is she.

Steadfast, proud young lady X scheming, pretentious male incubus

#Basically, it's the story of a fake-sweet male incubus putting on an act every day to pursue a career-minded young lady#

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2026.8.21

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