A Handout? Not Even a Dog Would Take One. Miss Qiao Solves Cases and Tames Her Husband

Qiao Yichi once had a secret crush, and the people of Beijing’s elite circle mocked her mercilessly for it. “Who does she think she is? She’s just a fake heiress.” “A pick-me girl, a white lotus! She’s so close to Lu Zhimian, but really she just wants to steal her man.” Her adoptive brother, Xie Siyi, tracked her down and rejected her with disgust. “Yichi, I only see you as a little sister. If you use Mianmian’s name to get close to me again, I’ll throw you out of the Xie family!” Qiao Yichi merely smiled, unfazed, and hid the portrait she had stayed up all night to finish. It showed a long-haired beauty: Lu Zhimian. Later, Qiao Yichi went abroad and became the art world’s brightest jewel, renowned for her God-given left hand. She could tell a person’s whole life from a childhood drawing and see the bone structure beneath their skin. Even the police begged her to serve as a consultant. Then Xie Siyi came running to her and said, with reluctant magnanimity, “Yichi, I forgive you. Come home.” Qiao Yichi rolled her eyes. “Thanks, but no thanks. I’ve already taken my medicine. Out of the way, mutt.” The mysterious young master of the Huo family, Huo Yuxiao, slips an arm around the beauty’s waist. “Hello, sir. If you’re here to see my wife, please take a number.”