Endless Tender Care: My Beloved Wife Comes Into My Arms

That year, Ye Liangxi was fifteen.

Her biological father was unknown, her mother had died, and she moved into the Fu family, the foremost of the four great aristocratic families in the imperial capital.

That year, Fu Jingzhan was twenty-five.

The sole heir to the Fu Group, he was said to be refined and elegant, mature beyond his years, reserved and self-contained, and so strict in his habits that he was almost a lunatic. He was the imperial capital's untouchable golden boy, a man who could call the winds and summon the rain.

A little white rabbit had inexplicably joined the household. Fu Jingzhan had no objection: it was only a little rabbit to look after.

Little Ye wondered: What should I do about my ice-cold idol?

Later, people discovered that the aloof, abstinent Mr. Fu wasn't aloof, abstinent, or cold at all!

Only later did Fu Jingzhan realize that little white rabbits weren't so easy to raise.

The little rabbit was growing up, and a big bad wolf had its eye on her! Mr. Fu was rattled.

The little rabbit was becoming famous and was about to leave his side! Mr. Fu panicked.

To make matters worse, her biological father came looking for her, wanting to take away the little rabbit he'd raised with his own hands!

As if that could happen.

Furious, Mr. Fu carried the little rabbit back to her nest and had his way with her.

The onlookers were dumbfounded. Had Miss Ye saved the world in her past life? Could our idol at least give us a chance to admire him from afar?

The truth was, nobody knew.

In private, the aloof Mr. Fu kissed and cuddled his little girl, pampering her to no end.

And the truth was, Fu Jingzhan didn't know this:

The first time he saw the girl that year, he walked toward her out of the light, illuminating the darkness around her.

From then on, he became the only light and warmth in Ye Liangxi's life.

[A Sweet Little Scene]

Mr. Fu doted on her endlessly. People said Fu Jingzhan treated Miss Ye like a father. She didn't like that, so she asked what they should do.

Mr. Fu: “We'll prove them wrong.”

Miss Ye: “How?”

Mr. Fu: “We'll prove it slowly...”

After a long and indescribable demonstration, Miss Ye gazed at Mr. Fu accusingly with her damp eyes, buried in the blankets.

The man's eyes gleamed, their depths like distant mountains. He held the young woman's chin and smiled. “Am I old?”

Miss Ye huffed and buried herself completely in the blankets. Hmph, he's not old at all! That wasn't even what she meant to ask!

P.S.

1. A warm, healing romance.

2. One-on-one romance, with multiple couples.