The Beloved Darling of the Capital

[Jiangnan Qipao Beauty vs. Beijing's Powerful Elite]

Just one glimpse of Sheng Ting'an during a video call between her best friend and her family was enough to give Xu Zhiyuan a whole year of steamy dreams.

Every time, she would lose herself in them for a long while, unwilling to wake.

She knew the gulf between herself and Sheng Ting'an was as wide as ten mountains, so she dared not hope for more than a moment's pleasure in her dreams.

When she finally met Sheng Ting'an in person, he said, "Keep me company, little sparrow from Jiangnan."

Xu Zhiyuan grew greedy. She accepted the jade thumb ring he offered and wore it for years.

The first time Sheng Ting'an saw Xu Zhiyuan, the young woman was dressed in a perfectly tailored qipao, holding a pipa upright as she sang Suzhou ballads for Madam Sheng.

The winter snow had turned the tip of her nose red, but it did nothing to diminish her exquisitely delicate beauty. If anything, it made her look even more endearing.

Unlike the boisterous girls of the north, the moment she spoke, her voice was soft and lilting, with the gentle lilt of Wu dialect.

It was only natural that he fell for her.