A masterful, slightly unhinged black swan x a haughty, precious young heir with a hopeless romantic streak
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Qin Luo was raised from childhood as the heir to the Qin family, an untouchable black swan among Jiangcheng's wealthy elite.
She was cool and beautiful, like a drift of fresh snow atop a mountain. Yet in business, she was a force to be reckoned with, and plenty of seasoned executives felt a chill whenever they heard her name.
People in their circle said that no one was worthy of such a lofty beauty.
Qin Luo thought so too.
Then one summer, she was invited to an event at her best friend's university. On the basketball court, a boy looked listless, yet moved with crisp precision, sinking a three-pointer with effortless ease.
She watched, spellbound, and for the first time felt her heart stir.
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After the game, she was ready to ask him for his contact information.
But before she could even see him, she heard his friends joking around: "...A-Ge? His ideal type is obviously the classic delicate, innocent flower. The kind who's so fragile and blameless that her eyes well up with tears if you even raise your voice."
"..."
Qin Luo frowned and compared each of those traits to herself.
Not one matched.
But that was no big deal. If she didn't have that personality, she could just act like she did.
That very evening, she took decisive action and staged a run-in, moving into Chen Ci's home under the guise of a delicate flower being kept by a rich patron.
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After they got together, just as she'd expected, the young man was like a haughty little cat. He seemed cold and impossible to approach, but give him a good stroke and he'd roll over to show you his soft belly.
Only, something went wrong.
Someone disobediently revealed her true nature to Chen Ci without permission. She watched him frown and walk away, her gaze turning cold and indifferent.
Back at the little villa, the man stood beneath the dim lights, his expression unreadable. Her heart skipped a beat, but then she heard him murmur in a flat voice, "You've been drinking, and you're coming home this late."
Chen Ci let out a low, mocking laugh. "Qin Luo, you don't like me. Are you not even going to pretend anymore?"
Theme: Just thinking about it
