He Crossed the Line Before the Wedding, and She Fell for Him

The first time she called him Uncle Song, she had no idea that one day the words would feel so scorching on her tongue.

On her eighteenth birthday, her father fell from the top floor of a shopping mall. Her relatives divided up the family fortune, Auntie Zhang, who had protected her, was beaten and hospitalized, and she was thrown out of her home on her birthday.

With nowhere else to turn, she dialed that number.

She never expected to meet him: Song Chimo.

He was a ruthless power player in the legal world, cold and merciless in his dealings, yet he showed an unusual amount of patience toward the girl ten years his junior.

When she stayed up late organizing case files, he would leave a light on and a cup of hot coffee for her. When her seniors gave her a hard time, he'd quietly step in to help. And whenever she timidly called him "Uncle Song," his Adam's apple would bob. He'd look away and say, "Call me by my name."

She began deliberately avoiding his gaze, yet couldn't stop herself from waiting by the entryway whenever he worked late, listening for the sound of his key turning in the lock. She knew how sordid her feelings were. He was an "uncle" she ought to keep at a respectful distance, but she had fallen for him beyond hope of recovery.

Then one day, drunk, she threw herself into his arms with red-rimmed eyes. Song Chimo's fingers closed around her waist, his knuckles white, his voice as hoarse as sandpaper. "Don't start. I'm an elder in your family." She tugged at his shirt, crying, "You're not!"

At last, he lost control. He bent down to kiss away her tears, his eyes roiling with a passion he wouldn't even admit to himself. "Qiao Xi, do you know what this means?"