The Bad-Boy Taste of Love for the Coldhearted Third Young Master

She was the third young lady of the wealthy Han family, adored by everyone. A carefully planned accident took away the family member she loved most, and when she tried to face it all bravely, she was assassinated.

When the little princess was reborn as the cold Third Young Master, her gender stayed the same, but her temperament changed completely. Cold and ruthless, decisive and swift, she had only one goal: to kill her enemies with her own hands!

On the road to revenge, no one could tell whether she was male or female! Whether as the charming and adorable Third Young Lady or the cold, rakish Third Young Master, she could always carry it off with fiery confidence.

Even as the executioner behind the Han family tragedy stood on the brink of death, he still had no idea who his real enemy was. With her intelligence, Young Master Leng would give the princess’s life a brilliant new meaning.

Highlights:

(I)

At the Han Group shareholders’ meeting, Han Ming was confident of victory as he waited for the shareholders’ final vote.

Suddenly, a petite, handsome young man strode in, followed closely by Lawyer Yang Ming, a prominent figure in F City’s upper circles.

“Everyone, before you announce the Han Group’s new president, allow me to introduce Mr. Han Che, the third son of Mr. Han Wei.” Yang Ming’s rich voice rang out. His assistant had already efficiently handed every shareholder a report from an internationally authoritative DNA testing center.

“Good morning, everyone. Let me introduce myself. I’m Han Che, Han Wei’s legitimate son.” Han Che removed his sunglasses, revealing a pair of icy, beautiful eyes.

The shareholders broke into murmurs. The shares Han Ming had expected to inherit changed hands in an instant.

Han Ming’s hands trembled as he clutched the report that had shattered all his dreams. He wanted nothing more than to tear it to shreds.

(II)

Dressed head to toe in dark gray Armani menswear, Han Che walked into the supermarket behind the Han Group building, looking nervous as he went to pay for a pack of sanitary pads. Leng Yang, who had followed him there, stood nearby, struggling not to laugh.

“Mr. Han, you’re shopping too!” Leng Yang couldn’t possibly pass up such a good show.

With nowhere to hide the sanitary pads in his hands, Han Che wished he could crawl into a hole.

Seeing Han Che’s flushed face and resentful glare, Leng Yang could almost picture a little princess throwing a tantrum. He cheerfully watched Han Che, who had nothing to say in reply.

“Mr. Leng, you seem very interested in what I’m holding. If you really like them, you can have this pack I bought for my girlfriend.” Han Che let out a cold laugh.

“I’m not interested in those. I’m interested in their owner!” Leng Yang wasn’t the least bit annoyed. Instead, he gave him a charming smile.