He Was Having Tea with His Fiancée When I Was Kidnapped

Among the nobility, there’s a saying: Better to offend Chancellor Pei than Miss Yu.

Yu Heng is the only daughter of Pei Rangzhi’s late friend, who was much older than him.

Everyone knows she’s the little niece Pei Rangzhi treasures above all else. He spoils her rotten, and she takes advantage of it, doing whatever she pleases.

She’s always calling out sweetly, “Rangzhi, Rangzhi.”

But his affection begins to change when his former fiancée, Xie Rouze, returns to the capital. Yu Heng grows insecure and starts acting out.

He indulges her tears and tantrums, holding back his feelings. “I’m only your uncle.”

Later, at a banquet, everyone teases him about his relationship with Xie Rouze. He doesn’t stop them. His cool voice cuts through the chatter. “A Yu, call her Auntie.”

…

He no longer dotes on Yu Heng alone. He seems to care more and more about Xie Rouze.

When Yu Heng is kidnapped, he’s having tea with Xie Rouze. When he receives a threatening letter, he merely says, “Leave her be.”

In the tea room next door, Yu Heng’s face is as white as snow. Through a gap in the window, she unexpectedly locks eyes with Xie Rouze. A flash of pity and provocation crosses Xie Rouze’s gaze. The blood in Yu Heng’s veins turns even colder than the dagger at her throat.

She makes a terrible mistake as a result, and Pei Rangzhi, furious, sends her to Snow Lodge to reflect in seclusion.

…

When she returns, Yu Heng stands in the hall and bows gracefully, her soft voice respectful yet distant. “Uncle.”

Pei Rangzhi freezes. It feels as though countless fine threads are winding around his heart, tightening until they draw blood.

Later, he stands on the steps and coldly watches the elegant young man who has come to propose to Yu Heng. Shattered porcelain cuts into his palm. His patience exhausted, he gives in to his possessiveness, his eyes red-rimmed. “She’s mine.”

Before You Read:

Both leads have only ever been with each other, and they’re both very possessive.

A dignified, refined male lead who appears composed and restrained early on, loves her deeply, then completely gives in to his feelings × a sweet, well-behaved yet rebellious girl who has an unknowing crush and is a little troublemaker.

After returning from Snow Lodge, the male lead is driven mad by every “Uncle” she calls him.

The female lead is sixteen, and the male lead is twenty-eight.

They aren’t related by blood. The male lead was a close friend of the female lead’s father, despite the age difference.

The fiancée appears in the main story.

My next novel will be He Regretted Toying with Her.

Duan Xuyue is the daughter of a low-ranking seventh-grade official in the capital. In terms of status, she’s the most inconspicuous person at any banquet. But in terms of beauty, she’s soft and delicate, with limpid eyes, a bright moon among the crowd.

What no one knows is that her lover is the most distinguished young nobleman in the capital, the emperor’s favorite fourth prince, The Outcast. He’s second only to the emperor, and though his looks are like those of an immortal, he’s proud and unruly.

As he strides past beneath everyone’s admiring gazes, he secretly brushes the back of Duan Xuyue’s hand, making her blush and lose her composure.

At banquets, he pulls her into a rockery and kisses her until the world spins. If someone passes outside, he wickedly makes her gasp aloud, then calmly gets her out of trouble just before they’re discovered.

When another man shows interest in her, he watches with a cold, fixed gaze. A dangerous smile slowly curves his lips, and Duan Xuyue, flustered, sends the other man away. She shyly presses her lips to his, and he kisses her deeply, holding her captive.

He says, “Little Moon, you’re mine. You can only ever be mine.”

Her heart pounds wildly. “Mm, I’m yours.”

**

“Fourth Brother, aren’t you tired of playing with Duan Xuyue?”

“Fourth Brother, you haven’t actually fallen for her, have you?”

Everyone at the banquet falls silent and looks toward the seat of honor.

The Fourth Prince pauses, his hand around his wine cup, then smiles nonchalantly. “True feelings? She’s not worthy.”

Everyone laughs. “She certainly isn’t. If she hadn’t stuck her nose where it didn’t belong back then, you and Yizhen wouldn’t have been separated. Yizhen wouldn’t have had to suffer in that awful place.”

His jaw is tense, but his expression remains mild.

“Now she’s completely devoted to you, Fourth Brother. When are you going to cast her down into the mud?”

The Fourth Prince rests his elbow on his knee. After a long silence, he raises his eyes, devoid of warmth, and smiles faintly. “How about on her birthday?”

The others excitedly agree that it’s a brilliant idea!

Outside the door, Duan Xuyue’s beautiful face turns as white as snow, the light in her eyes shattered.

**

When they meet again, Duan Xuyue attends a banquet with her fiancé. The Fourth Prince is surrounded by admirers, watching coldly as another man holds her hand. He gives a quiet laugh, the vein at his temple gradually bulging.

As the well-wishers repeatedly call them a match made in heaven, the Fourth Prince flies into a rage and overturns the table.

Little Scene:

When they fall out in front of the palace, he’s so furious he’s beside himself:

“Do you think I actually care about you? Who do you think you are? Get out!”

After their falling-out, he cries like a kettle coming to a boil:

“My Little Moon is gone. Please, help me find her…”

Theme: Favoritism isn’t a privilege. Respect is what makes love last.