That year, Ye Liangxi was fifteen.
Her father was unknown, her mother was dead, and she moved into the Fu family, the most powerful of the capital's four great families.
That year, Fu Jingzhan was twenty-five.
The sole heir to the Fu Group, he was said to be refined and distinguished, mature beyond his years, reserved and self-contained, with an almost obsessive discipline. In the capital, he was a favored son of heaven who could command the wind and rain, and no one dared challenge him.
A little white rabbit had inexplicably appeared in the house. Fu Jingzhan had no objection: it was only a little rabbit to raise.
Little Ye wondered: What should I do if my dream man is so cold?
Later, people discovered that the aloof, celibate Mr. Fu was not aloof, celibate, or cold at all!
Only later did Fu Jingzhan realize that little white rabbits weren't easy to raise.
The little white rabbit was growing up, and a big bad wolf had set its sights on her! Mr. Fu was no longer calm.
The little white rabbit was becoming famous and was about to leave his side! Mr. Fu panicked.
Worse still, her biological father showed up, hoping to take away the little rabbit he'd raised himself!
As if that could happen!
Mr. Fu flew into a rage, carried the little white rabbit back to her nest, and devoured her whole.
Bystanders were baffled: Did Miss Ye save the world in her past life? Dreamboat, can't you let us admire you in peace?
Actually, no one knew.
In private, the aloof Mr. Fu kissed and cuddled his little girl, lifting her high and spoiling her rotten.
Actually, Fu Jingzhan didn't know.
That year, when he first saw the little girl, he walked toward her out of the light, illuminating the darkness around her.
From then on, he became the only light and warmth in Ye Liangxi's life.
[Sweet Little Scene]
Mr. Fu doted on her endlessly. People said Fu Jingzhan treated Miss Ye like a father. She didn't like hearing that. What should she do?
Mr. Fu: "Let's prove them wrong."
Miss Ye: "How?"
Mr. Fu: "We'll prove it slowly..."
After a long and indescribable demonstration, Miss Ye peered out from under the covers with teary eyes and glared at Mr. Fu.
The man's eyes shimmered, distant as mountains. He held the young woman's chin and smiled. "Am I old?"
Miss Ye huffed and buried herself completely under the covers. Hmph, he's not old at all! That wasn't what she meant to ask!
P.S.
A warm, healing romance.
One couple, multiple pairings.
