I Accidentally Fell into My Husband's Brother's Arms

Marquis Xie Ning returned home victorious. At the welcoming banquet, the Old Madam gathered the family to pay their respects to him, then beckoned the little girl standing primly at the very back. With affection, she called, "Yaoguang, come forward."

He lowered his eyes to sip his tea. From the corner of his eye, he caught the flutter of a skirt. Looking up, he saw her graceful, willowy figure bow with elegance and poise. Yet no matter how hard she tried to appear calm, a trace of frightened sweetness lingered on her delicate, lovely face. She glanced up, her eyes shimmering, then lowered them again as if startled.

The Old Madam said, "This is Yaoguang. She has come to the capital this time to discuss a marriage with your third younger brother."

Remembering how she had just collided with him, frightened as a little rabbit, he narrowed his eyes and rubbed the lingering fragrance from his fingertips, a flicker of disgust rising in his heart. So she was the Miss Ming who had leveraged a favor to curry favor and secure a betrothal.

Yaoguang looked at the imposing, fearsome, utterly cold man seated in the hall. One glance was enough to make her shiver, and she warned herself once more to be careful with her words and actions in the manor.

On the way back, she specifically cautioned her trusted maid, "That marquis is a King of Hell, a demon incarnate. Be very careful, and don't offend him. Avoid him whenever you can. We're going to make our home and future in the marquis's manor, so we can't let ourselves get thrown out."

Her sweet, innocent voice seemed strangely bewitching in the night. King of Hell, demon incarnate? Marquis Xie Ning scoffed and stepped out. Yaoguang turned pale with fright and froze in place, forgetting even to bow. The wind swept past, her hair brushing her cheek as she stood there, delicate and forlorn.

Marquis Xie Ning knitted his brows and said coldly, "I trust Miss Ming will know her place from now on."

After that, whenever Yaoguang saw him, she avoided him if she could. If she couldn't, she would respectfully call him "Elder Brother." Yet she was gentle and attentive with his third younger brother, and smiled brightly at his friends.

Only around him was she like a little white rabbit facing a big bad wolf.

Later, he lifted her onto the desk, his fingertip brushing her soft lips. Watching her cheeks flush and feeling her body tremble, he murmured, "You don't have to be afraid of me."

Author's note:

The male lead is twenty-four, and the female lead is sixteen. #Even the grandest and steadiest mountain will one day shake to its foundations.# When an old house catches fire, at first you can still pretend to keep it under control, but eventually you just can't anymore.

The female lead doesn't like the Third Young Master, but she takes her betrothal vows seriously.

The Third Young Master has a beloved woman, and that woman likes the male lead. For now, it's a love quadrangle.

Theme: There is no cure for regret.