The Power of the Beloved

Less than a day after Qi Yu came of age, a suitor showed up at her door. And it was none other than the young marquis she'd despised since childhood! “Ah Yu is a peerless beauty. I have admired her for a long time and hope we can share a harmonious marriage and grow old together.” Qi Yu: “What a load of crap!” Xiao Jing pressed a hand to his forehead. “Ah Yu has come of age. How can you speak with such a lack of manners?” Qi Yu: “You're a bastard!” Xiao Jing pressed a hand to his forehead again. “Ah Yu, why can't you understand my heart?” Qi Yu: “You lecherous scoundrel!” The figure before her flashed forward, and a warm palm clasped her slender waist. “This marquis is indeed a lecherous scoundrel. Ah Yu finally guessed right.” A little aside: In a way, I'm a slow-paced person... So the character arcs in this story develop a little slowly. There's no need to rush; I'll take my time writing. There's a whole lifetime ahead... Thank you for your support!