[Beloved Darling Heiress x Power-Hungry Minister Who Loves Her Pathetically]
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Meng Mi was betrothed to Zong Zeyan when they were young. But after the Zong family fell into decline, the Meng family eventually took the initiative to call off the engagement.
Times changed. Two years later, Zong Zeyan had risen to prominence and held great power, his influence unmatched. Meanwhile, Chancellor Meng was forced to resign and return to the countryside. He took his legitimate son and second wife with him, leaving only his daughter, Meng Mi, and a pair of jade carvings meant as betrothal gifts behind in the capital.
The news caused an uproar. Everyone said Chancellor Meng would do anything to turn things around, even sell his daughter. Given the circumstances, anyone with half a brain knew better than to get involved with Meng Mi.
When the news reached the Zong residence, Zong Zeyan, who prided himself on having plenty of sense, was facing off against Meng Mi in the flower hall.
Meng Mi had set aside her usual spoiled airs. "We were engaged, and my father once recognized your talent and gave you an opportunity. Zong Zeyan, marry me."
The promising Lord Zong let out a scornful laugh. "Have you lost your memory, Miss Meng? You seem to have forgotten all the ways your family tormented me in the past."
His expression turned colder, his handsome features shadowed and icy. Deep in his eyes, however, flickered a strange, obsessive mix of love and hatred that even he himself failed to notice.
"If you're going to use your father's favor to pressure me, you should at least know how to ask for a favor."
"You want to renew our engagement and become my wife, Miss Meng. So where's your humble attitude?"
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When Meng Mi was fourteen, she once said that Zong Zeyan suited her perfectly, from head to toe. But the very next moment, she accepted a hair ornament from her childhood friend, then wore it the following day while going on a spring outing with her cousin.
The Zong Zeyan of the past hated Meng Mi. He hated how heartless she was, how fickle she was, how she made empty promises and scorned and trampled on his sincere feelings.
The Zong Zeyan of today only wished Meng Mi would trample him even harder. Then he could seize her ankle and use the opportunity to keep her from ever leaving him again.
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A little scene:
He has to say something harsh, but he also has to marry her as promised. They have a grand wedding, and afterward, of course, none of the usual steps can be skipped.
In the dim bedroom, the heiress, exhausted and barely able to speak after being ravished, gasped, "Zong Zeyan, you really are still holding a grudge."
Zong Zeyan hid the passion in his eyes behind a cold sneer. "Hmph. At least you know." (All the while massaging her waist and legs, tucking her in, and pouring her tea...)
Theme: Finding the courage to escape hardship