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[Marriage first, love later | Marriage alliance between wealthy families | Urban fairy tale | Size difference]
Delicate little princess of Beijing's elite circle x cold, powerful daddy from Hong Kong
Animal motifs: little Pixiu ⊙▽⊙ giant black python
Blurb:
Shang Mingyao is the little princess of Beijing's elite circle, born with a celestial beauty and adored by everyone around her.
She is the family's cherished, pampered jewel.
The little princess has always been delicate and spoiled. She can't stand being wronged, or she'll shed pearls.
Every society girl in Beijing envies her glamorous life.
Until the year Shang Mingyao turned twenty, when the Shang family announced that their daughter would marry into the Qi family of Hong Kong Island.
The envy and jealousy she'd inspired in society circles instantly turned into pity and mockery.
Everyone knows the Qi family is practically the master of Hong Kong Island, renowned and immensely powerful.
But the current head of the Qi family...
That young King of Hell who fought his way through the family's internal power struggle.
People tremble at the mere mention of him and wouldn't dare speak carelessly about him.
Everyone assumed the little princess of the Shang family must be scared out of her wits by now.
They imagined her at home, crying and making a scene.
Little did they know, Shang Mingyao had already entered the Qi residence like its mistress.
She was even standing in the King of Hell's room, decked out in glittering jewels.
She sweetly ordered the maid, "This bed is too hard! I want a Hästens."
Then she turned around, blinking her big eyes as she asked coyly, "Is that okay, Qi Siyu?"
The maid didn't dare breathe.
Meanwhile, the legendary King of Hell stood with his arms folded,
leaning lazily against the door to watch.
The man raised an eyebrow, his expression unreadable.
What a little tyrant.
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The marriage alliance between the Qi family of Hong Kong Island and the Shang family of Beijing was celebrated with great fanfare.
Their century wedding and exorbitant dowry made everyone envious.
The society girls of Beijing ground their back teeth and kept right on grumbling.
Shang Mingyao was a delicate little princess, soft and sweet-voiced, who couldn't stand being wronged and needed to be pampered.
Qi Siyu, on the other hand, never showed women any tenderness. He was ruthless, cruel, cold, and indifferent. Countless women had set their sights on him, only to meet miserable ends.
Even the women of Hong Kong Island said that a man as lofty as Qi Siyu would never bow his head to a woman in his life.
Shang Mingyao was in for a hard time with him.
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And sure enough.
Just three months after the wedding, rumors that the marriage joining north and south was on the rocks had spread like wildfire.
Neither the Qi nor the Shang family said a word, and the rumors only grew.
Until a Hong Kong tabloid got a photo.
Late at night on a Hong Kong Island street.
An ice-berry-pink Porsche supercar had been pulled over at the roadside.
A girl in a pink designer princess dress sat on the hood of a fierce, speedy, jet-black Aston Martin.
The girl hung her head, looking utterly aggrieved.
The man braced against the hood, trapping her between his arms. He was none other than her newlywed husband,
the ruthless, untouchable King of Hell, Qi Siyu.
The next day, reporters managed to corner the King of Hell and ask him about it.
He was holding a bag of roasted chestnuts he'd just bought from an old shop, tucking it inside his coat to keep warm.
Separated from the reporters by his bodyguards, Qi Siyu coolly tossed out one line: "I'm making it up to her."
A trending topic featuring Qi Siyu's phone screen shot straight to the top of Weibo.
#The King of Hell Is So In Love: His Wife Is Pinned as Baby. #
Little scene:
On their first night as a married couple, Shang Mingyao wouldn't let Qi Siyu, reeking of alcohol, onto the bed.
She sweetly ordered him, "Qi Siyu, hurry up and take a shower!"
She put extra emphasis on the last word.
The man had been plied with drink by the guests and was sprawled motionless across the wedding bed, completely drunk.
Shang Mingyao called him over and over, then angrily stuck out her snowy-white foot and kicked him.
With a dull thud, Qi Siyu fell off the bed on their wedding night.
Shang Mingyao: ...!!!
I'm doomed, I'm doomed, I'm doomed.
Qi Siyu got back up, his face dark as he stared at his new wife.
He yanked off his tie in a fit of anger, then slowly wrapped it around his hand and climbed onto the bed.
He moved closer to the girl.
A dark shadow loomed over her. Shang Mingyao was so frightened that she covered her head and whimpered, "I'm sorry, sob sob."
Then everything spun as he scooped her up.
She heard the man above her say in a sinister tone, "Since you're my wife, helping your husband take a bath isn't too much to ask."
Shang Mingyao: Ah! You jerk!
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