Not a Rose, but the Fiery Liquor in His Heart

[Talented, beautiful ice queen & roguishly handsome, unexpectedly charming young master of the capital]

Chi Wanch's face was pale, but she wore a smile as she gently poked the newborn in her arms. Looking at her cold-faced husband across from her, she forced a smile and asked, "Honey, have you decided what to name our daughter?" Song Huaibin replied coldly, "Song Yanchi." Chi Wanch paused at the name. "Is that Yan as in 'swallow'? That's quite..." Before she could finish saying "nice," Song Huaibin said, "It's Yan as in 'Song Huaibin hates Chi Wanch.'" Then he walked out of the hospital room. Chi Wanch looked at the baby in her arms and smiled bitterly. Her husband didn't love her, and there was nothing she could do but silently endure it. She wasn't heartbroken, exactly. Her heart had simply gone cold.

She kindly helped her pregnant sister-in-law to the hospital after she fell, prepared everything they would need, and contacted all their relatives to come. She rushed around, only to end up with a scalded hand, a cut on her face, and a school uniform stained with blood. Her sister-in-law was weak after giving birth and didn't tell the relatives what had really happened.

Her cousin Lin Gaowen had people corner her in an alley. She fought seven or eight people on her own and was covered in bruises. The next day, she went to school and warned Lin Gaowen. Lin Gaowen's mother, who was also her aunt, slapped her without even asking what had happened. She didn't cry. She just endured it silently, because her beloved grandmother had once told her, "Child, you must learn to be forgiving. Bear with the little things, and you'll stay steady when the big things come." Song Yanchi remembered those words until the day her grandmother died, and endured until then, too.

But thankfully, Heaven saw how much Song Yanchi had suffered and brought her together with Zhou Yanyin, letting her experience what it truly felt like to be loved.

He grew up in a warm family with loving parents. Zhou Yanyin's parents were progressive, hands-off parents who let him roam free from a young age. As a result, the young master of the Zhou family grew up chuunibyou, roguishly handsome, and unexpectedly charming. He was naturally carefree, a little arrogant, and never thought about the consequences of his actions. He was a little devil as a child and a big one as an adult. But he was gifted, and studying was a breeze for him! He was the kind of child his teachers and parents both loved and hated.

Before he got involved with Song Yanchi, he made a bet with his friends: would Song Yanchi, trapped in an alley by a group of thugs, win, or would the thugs? Zhou Yanyin won. He had bet that Song Yanchi would win. He and his friends stood across the street at the entrance to the alley, with a clear view of what was happening inside. He simply stood by as Song Yanchi was beaten until she was covered in bruises.

After he got involved with Song Yanchi, he saw the knife wound on her waist, and the air around him turned ice-cold. He took her to the hospital, then personally beat the person who had hurt her half to death before sending him to prison, where he arranged for him to be tormented. When he returned to the hospital and saw Song Yanchi awake, his bloodshot eyes brimmed with tears. He hated himself for failing to protect her. He came to her bedside, sat down, and buried his face in the crook of her neck. Song Yanchi smiled at the man in her arms and gently patted Zhou Yanyin's back.

"Zhou, aren't you always the one making trouble for me? Why don't you tell me when you're having problems now?"

"Honey, I missed you so much."

"Don't change the subject."

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Theme: I'm not a good writer. I just wanted to tell the story in my heart.