Qi Yun, the young master of Kyoto's Qi family, was born a heaven-blessed prodigy, admired from afar and impossible to approach. His intelligence, family background, and looks were all top-tier, but he had a foul temper and a capricious nature. Two years ago, he lost part of his memory in a fire, and since then his behavior has grown even more wild and reckless. No one could ever get the better of him.
Then one day, a young girl moved into the family home. Word was that the Qi family patriarch had personally brought her back from a care facility. She was breathtakingly beautiful, but she was also a mute who couldn't speak.
When the little mute first arrived at the Qi household, the young master didn't even spare her a glance. Yet in just one short month, the arrogant young master had sheathed all his claws. He coaxed and cajoled the little mute, cherishing her as if he were laying his heart at her feet.
When Song Nan'an first moved into the Qi household, many people were so jealous they remarked that, no matter how cold the young master of the Qi family was, seeing such a beautiful girl every day might make him fall for her.
When Qi Yun first heard this, he gave a cold, disdainful laugh.
"How could I be interested in an underage mute?"
The girl heard him. Since she couldn't speak, she could only lower her head and silently let her eyes turn red.
Still, she never regretted becoming mute to save him all those years ago. She only thought that from then on, she'd stay far away from him at the Qi household and never speak to him again.
And in the end, that proud young master carefully coaxed the little mute in front of everyone. "An'an, be a good girl. Will you say Qi Yun's name one more time?"
You saved my life.
From now on, my life is yours.
Little bonus scene
A month after the girl moved into the Qi household, she came home at nine in the evening. The proud young master was sitting on the living room sofa, his expression gloomy.
"Song Nan'an, why are you home so late? Don't you know we have a curfew?"
The girl tilted her head in confusion and wrote in her notebook: "What time?"
The young master coughed lightly. "...Eight."
"But... evening study ends at seven thirty."
"...I don't care."
A sweet 1v1 romance with a bit of a groveling arc. The heroine was mute for several years after saving the hero, but she'll recover later.
Theme: Sweet 1v1 romance
