Weibo: Song Jiujin
Stealing someone's love | Calculating schemes | Wolf-and-rabbit romance
Wen Tang, the eldest daughter of the Wen family, is fair-skinned, beautiful, and gentle. She is the dream girl in the hearts of many wealthy young men in Nancheng. Unfortunately, she was betrothed as a child to the second young master of the Zhou family, and the two grew up together before going abroad to study together.
Everyone assumed the perfect couple would make it to the altar, but the Zhou family unexpectedly secured an alliance with the Qiao family of the capital. The engagement between the Wen and Zhou families was called off, and Wen Tang inevitably became an object of pity and ridicule.
Even so, young men from Nancheng rushed home to persuade their parents to form an alliance with the Wen family. While each family weighed the pros and cons, the Wen family unexpectedly received a marriage proposal from the Fu family, another prominent family from the capital.
And so, Wen Tang, who had been pitied by everyone in Nancheng just moments before, was soon engaged to the illustrious Fu family of the capital.
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The first time she met Fu Jingming was at an art auction in Paris.
His suit was immaculate, his figure tall and straight as a pine, his eyes cool and indifferent, and his presence intimidating. He looked difficult to approach. Rumor had it he was there for a painting by the woman he loved.
The second time she met Fu Jingming was at a hotel in Florence.
At dawn, sunlight filtered through the curtains. Wen Tang couldn't remember the reckless debauchery of the night before, but the lingering, heady scent of intimacy in the air and the sound of water running in the bathroom were enough to leave her flustered and anxious.
Wen Tang knew Fu Jingming had someone in his heart, and after their marriage, she only wanted them to treat each other with respect. She never expected to lose control of her own feelings. Her clear-headed descent into love left her torn and miserable. Buoyed by alcohol, Wen Tang cornered Fu Jingming in the entryway when he came home late from a business dinner, raised the begonia seal he had carved for her by hand on her birthday, and pressed it firmly to his cheek.
"What are you doing?"
He knew perfectly well, yet asked anyway. His heart pounded violently in his chest.
Wen Tang, dazed by alcohol, lowered her head and murmured, "Stamping you."
A stamp, exclusive to Wen Tang.
It had come true. It was official.
Reader's note:
Five-year age gap
Pure yet sensual, meticulous oil painter x seemingly innocent but secretly ruthless power broker
Theme: What you long for will be yours
