#Bold and dazzling heiress x foul-tempered, chatty mute#
#Rich and beautiful scumbag x poor, handsome mute#
Wei Wei was born with a silver spoon in her mouth. In her twenty-five years, only one thing had ever gone wrong for her:
When she was young, she fell in love with a poor boy, but her family tore them apart.
Because of that, the poor boy became the cinnabar mole the heiress couldn't forget, the flame in her heart, the moonlight that beckoned her.
Everyone knew about it. Especially after Wei Wei dragged a mute young man back from who-knows-where and kept him by her side as a stand-in without trying to hide it. The rumors only grew louder and louder until they were impossible to suppress.
At a party, the young man wore a white shirt and black pants, his features handsome and refined. He stood silently beside Wei Wei, holding his wine with the air of an elegant young gentleman, poised and dignified from head to toe.
The guests whispered among themselves, their eyes darting back and forth.
"Wei Wei really has no conscience."
"Tell me about it. For the first time in eight hundred years, she does charity work, and she takes the mute kid from an orphanage."
Then they shook their heads and sighed, muttering under their breath.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk. I heard his name is Jing Yuesheng?"
"He may look like he's living well now, but he's relying on that crazy woman. Who knows how miserable he is in private..."
Not far away, Wei Wei wore a fiery red dress, its open back showing off her stunning curves. Her face bore its usual haughty, imperious expression. She swirled the sparkling wine in her glass, pressed her lips to the rim, and brazenly rolled her eyes.
Who was supposed to be miserable here?
She'd never met a mute this chatty in her life. He was also absurdly short-tempered, and whenever he got upset, his hands moved so fast they blurred. He'd qualify as a genin in the Hidden Leaf Village.
Someone had once happened to see them together and curiously asked Wei Wei, "What is he saying?"
Wei Wei replied carelessly, "Oh, he missed me after a few days apart."
Only after the person left did Wei Wei lower her head and meekly beg for mercy. "Stop cursing me, stop cursing me! You're such a chatterbox..." When Jing Yuesheng pressed his lips together and glared, his hands signing so fast they practically sparked, she could only admit defeat. "I was wrong, okay? It was my fault."
"It was only because I got a little rough yesterday..."
Wei Wei muttered, regretting how pathetic her life had become.
Later, the poor boy returned home rich and successful, and proposed to Wei Wei.
With the real deal back, Wei Wei promptly kicked the mute stand-in to the curb.
Unexpectedly, this became the second thing in Wei Wei's life to go wrong.
She returned to the orphanage once more.
Sunlight bathed the ground, a gentle breeze blew, and Jing Yuesheng stood beneath a camphor tree, just as he had when they first met.
Wei Wei wanted to go back to him, but he only gave her the finger.
"My cinnabar mole, the flame in my heart, my... beckoning moonlight."
"How could I have lost you?"
#Reader's Guide#
1. Older woman-younger man romance: she is 25, he is 19.
2. Stand-in romance.
3. The male lead gets his revenge and makes her grovel.
Theme: Recognize your true feelings.
