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 be so hard to get out.

On her eighteenth birthday, her father fell from the top floor of a shopping mall. Her relatives divided up the family fortune, Aunt 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 called that number.

She never expected to meet him: Song Chimo.

A formidable figure in the legal world, he wielded power with icy ruthlessness, yet showed a little extra patience only toward this girl ten years his junior.

When she stayed up late organizing case files, he left a light on and a cup of hot coffee for her. When her seniors gave her a hard time, he quietly stepped in to help. And when she timidly called him "Uncle Song," his Adam's apple bobbed, and he turned away. "Call me by my name."

She began deliberately avoiding his gaze, yet couldn't help waiting in the entryway for the sound of his keys when he came home late from work. She knew how sordid these feelings were. He was the "uncle" she should keep at a distance, but she had fallen for him beyond hope of rescue.

Until one day, after drinking, she threw herself into his arms with red-rimmed eyes. Song Chimo's fingers gripped her waist, his knuckles white, his voice hoarse as sandpaper. "Stop it. I'm your elder." But she clutched his shirt and sobbed, "You clearly aren't!"

At last, he broke. He bent down and kissed away her tears, desire surging in his eyes, desire he didn't dare admit even to himself. "Qiao Xi, do you know what this means?"