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[Flower of the high mountain under the altar + rebirth and slap in the face + emotional pull + second male lead] Shen Yanbai, the head of the Prime Minister's Mansion, has a prominent family background, outstanding talents, and a high career rise. He is the dream man of countless ladies. He had a cold temperament and disliked those who worked in the camp the most. The dignitaries in the court would stay away from him when they saw him. When the Su family first arrived in the capital, they were clinging to everyone. Everyone was waiting to see what would happen if this country official offended Shen Yanbai. Unexpectedly, the head of the Shen family, who had always been as cold as ice, treated Su Heqing, the second young lady of the Su family, in a different light. Not only did he not criticize her, but he defended her in every way. It was as if... It was as if the Shen family leader above the clouds had moved his heart first. *In the previous life, Su Heqing married into the Shen family. Only when Xijiao entered the house did she realize that she was actually a concubine. Shen Sanlang despised her for growing up in the country and for not knowing the rules. He just liked her beauty and did not want to marry her at all. Su Heqing was deceived to this point and died in depression. After returning from rebirth, the first thing Su Heqing did was to avoid everything related to the Shen family. In this life, she never wants to marry into a wealthy family, she just wants to live a good life away from the powerful. But it happened that Shen Sanlang's eldest brother, the most distinguished head of the Shen family in the capital, was obsessed with her in this life. In the middle of an alley on a rainy night, the proud and reserved Shen Yanbai stopped her, with overwhelming obsession in his eyes: "Qingqing, none of them can compare to me, so just choose me."

The crescent moon sharply pierced the black curtain, and one or two stars hung in the north and south. Their light was killed by the thick night, and their light was weak. The tall apartment building stood in the darkness like an unknown tombstone. Only the living room on the tenth floor of the whole building shone a little light. Chu Lingfeng woke up from his dream in a cold sweat, and pressed the switch next to the bed. The dim bedside lamp gave him a sense of security for an instant, but it was still very weak. Before Chu Lingfeng's mind came to his senses, he half-sited up in a daze with his body propped up, and casually called out: "Ah Hu? Ah Hu? You little bastard, did you watch the three-vulgar dog drama in the living room while I was sleeping again?"