The Big Shot’s Desperate Bid to Protect His Secret Identity

Qin Zhi was raised by her grandfather, and the two depended on each other. When she was five, she was sold to the Lin family. At sixteen, she returned to the “countryside.” Only, this countryside was nothing like the one she used to live in. “Grandpa, was our home always like this?” Old Master Qin nervously rubbed his nose. “Yes, yes, our home was always like this.” Young Master Ji of the capital: “My girl is timid. Don’t scare her.” Everyone: “...Heh. Then who won first place in a street race?” Young Master Ji: “My girl isn’t good at studying. Don’t make fun of her.” Everyone: “...Heh. Then who got the top score on the college entrance exam?” Young Master Ji: “My girl can’t do anything. Don’t scold her.” Everyone: “...Heh. Then whose secret identities keep getting exposed one after another?” Young Master Ji: “My girl...” Everyone: “...” One day, Miss Qin protested: “I’m not a little girl.” Young Master Ji: “You are. You’re my little girl.” Miss Qin: “All right, I am.” Everyone: “I’m stuffed with PDA.” “Is this bowl I’m holding actually a dog-food bowl?” “I won’t need to eat ever again!” “There’s still a whole basin of it in front of me.”