A spoiled, adorable, willful young lady who insists on enjoying what she has no right to x a cold, gloomy, clingy heir from a family of ghostly men
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Across the street from the Lin family lived a destitute, shabby, grim, taciturn scholar with an exceptionally handsome face.
Lin Zhiyi, a pampered and pleasure-loving girl who judged people by their looks, had a thing with him.
They carried on in secret for two years.
She finally couldn't stand his gloomy, clingy nature anymore. Lin Zhiyi called it off. "Zhao Jin, I've come of age. I'm to be married off to the capital. You're not good enough for me. Let's part on good terms."
Zhao Jin's dark lashes lifted slightly. His black phoenix eyes were as deep and still as a pool of stagnant water.
Lin Zhiyi felt a shiver of fear. He seemed like a venomous snake. Before he could say a word, she fled.
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Lin Zhiyi hadn't been lying. She really did marry into a family in the capital.
The Xie family, the Duke of Rong's household, was full of nobles and wielded immense power.
Her husband was the duke's third son by a concubine, handsome and refined, with exceptional talent.
He was also a sickly invalid, forever dependent on medicine.
Dreaming of outliving her husband and inheriting his fortune, Lin Zhiyi married him happily, completely forgetting her old flame.
A month into their marriage, the balance of power in the Xie household shifted dramatically.
The heir, a brilliant young man who had been lost as a child, had been found.
The heir was peerlessly handsome, a sight to behold. His mother was the reigning princess, making him the undisputed favorite of the whole household.
When Lin Zhiyi heard the news, she only sighed that there would be one less share of the family fortune for her. She didn't think much of it.
That is, until the day after the heir returned, when her husband took her to pay her respects.
Lin Zhiyi stepped across the threshold and saw Zhao Jin at a glance, dressed in frost-white robes, even colder and more forbidding than before. Her face turned deathly pale.
Seeing her fall silent, her husband gently reminded her, "Zhiyi, call him elder brother."
In the bitter, cold wind, Zhao Jin glanced at her without expression.
Lin Zhiyi felt as if a venomous snake had bitten her. Her legs went weak, and she nearly fell to her knees.
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Sexual content, coercion, melodrama
Theme: Cherish the present
