Young Master Qin’s Seduction: His Lovely Wife Can’t Escape

Su Qian's dream was simple: find a husband who wasn't too rich, but not too poor either, and marry him so she could live a comfortable life. But that dream ended at the hands of the eldest young master of the Qin family. Usually cool and composed, she was the one he indulged until she developed a hint of outrageous audacity. The woman was so busy with her graduation thesis that she couldn't sleep. She looked at the man sleeping beside her and pinched him without mercy. “What are you doing?!” The man woke up, thoroughly displeased. “I can't sleep.” The woman blinked at him. “So?” “You're not allowed to sleep either!” “...What do you want?” His voice was gritted with irritation. “Write it for me, or stay up with me.” The woman said it without the slightest shame. “...” A few days later, the old butler noticed that his young master, who was usually swamped with work, seemed to have lost weight, while the woman who was supposed to be busy with her thesis had filled out nicely. Wait! Why did the writing in her thesis look so much like his young master's handwriting? “Young Master, you need to show some authority and scare her a little! You can't spoil her so much!” the butler advised. “If this keeps up, she'll be walking all over you! Be a little fiercer!” his friend advised. The man kept a blank expression, but his gaze darkened. “I like spoiling her this way. What, do you have a problem with it?!” But the man was a scion of a powerful, prestigious family. If she wanted to stay by his side, she had to become a better person so she could continue to stand beside him. So the woman gradually became more sensible, but the man told her they should part on good terms. She nodded and walked away, calm and graceful. Later on. “We agreed to part on good terms. What does this mean, Mr. Qin?” The woman, under house arrest in the villa, looked at the man and asked coolly. “I heard you're getting married?” Young Master Qin's face was dark. “Yes.” Young Master Qin calmly laid out his terms: “Rather than let you marry another man, you might as well marry me.”