[Older Man | Nurturing | Hong Kong Style | Old Flames Rekindled | Powerful Man Bows His Head]
[Steady, Dom Daddy Type x Cool, Prickly Little White Flower]
Yu Qingmang first met Yu Lin at a dinner party.
Amid the clamor, the man sat at the head of the table, seemingly detached from it all. With half a smile on his lips, he lowered his eyes and lit a cigarette.
Only later did she learn that he was the head of the Yu family, one of Hong Kong City's most prestigious clans.
He was decisive and ruthless. The daughters of illustrious families flocked to him, but though he had seen countless beauties, he had never let one capture his heart.
And yet, by a twist of fate, this very man became Yu Qingmang's adoptive father in name.
They were not related by blood, but from that day on, he took charge of every aspect of her upbringing.
**
Everyone said sending Yu Qingmang to the Yu family was like sending her into a pit of fire. Mr. Yu was cold and heartless. How could he possibly allow a young woman to stay by his side for long?
But more than a decade passed, and Yu Qingmang was not cast out. Instead, Yu Lin kept her close, doting on her so carefully that she became utterly spoiled.
The Yu residence was in chaos every day. Whenever things did not go her way, she would sit on the man's lap and quarrel with him in a huff.
Every time, Yu Lin would darken his expression and order her in a cold voice, "Get down."
Then came the summer clan gathering that year. Dozens of relatives were scattered around the manor's living room, drinking and chatting.
Yu Qingmang cornered Yu Lin in a room, her clothes disheveled and eyes rimmed red, and furiously declared she was cutting ties with him for good.
Yu Lin pinned her against the door, his voice icy as he issued his final warning. "Do you understand what it will cost you to have what you want?"
Yu Qingmang looked up at him. "Forward is hell, backward is an abyss. Yu Lin, tell me, which way should I choose?"
Yu Lin fell silent for a long time. He gently caught the strap slipping off her shoulder, then forced himself to push her away.
**
Later, after time had passed and things had changed,
Mr. Yu, once so untouchable and composed in every situation, pursued her all the way to London, looking travel-worn.
Beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows, the London Eye turned slowly. Inside, the cigarette ember flickered between Yu Lin's fingers, his expression dark and unreadable.
The man who was always so unflappable lost his composure for once. His voice hoarse, he called softly, "Yaoyao, come back to me."
Read these content warnings:
1. The male and female leads are not related by blood, and their relationship does not involve anything forbidden by the platform. The story is set in Hong Kong from the 1990s to the 2010s. They have a 24-year age gap. He is 188 cm, she is 165 cm.
2. The male lead is not a virgin; the female lead is. One-on-one romance, happy ending. Neither lead is a saint. The female lead only seems like a cool, delicate little white flower.
3. This story is an indulgence in the author's preferences. The plot is entirely fictional. Drop it if it isn't to your taste; no need to let me know.
Theme: Love is both a weakness and a suit of armor.
