Chapter 1 Dreaming

In the misty space, pale fingers gripped the man's back tightly, leaving scratches that extended down to his waist, bright red and glaring.

Half of the man's pretty, flushed face was visible in front of him; she leaned weakly against his chest.

Her curled eyelashes were already wet with tears, and as if unable to withstand the stimulation, the woman's red lips parted slightly.

"Uh~"

"Don't…"

"Please..."

"...Be gentle..."

Yan Kui had a dream, but she couldn't speak; she could only pray in her heart over and over again.

The man in my dream had distinct features, with strong yet gentle lines.

His high, straight nose, as if carved by a knife, cast a faint shadow in the candlelight, its tip slightly upturned, carrying a hint of unruliness.

He is both handsome and wild.

On his wheat-colored skin, the veins on his arms coiled like vines, and his palms were covered with a thin layer of calluses. He slowly glided across Yan Kui's jade-like skin.

His back muscles undulated with his movements, as solid as mountains, while his waist and abdomen were tight and powerful, without an ounce of excess fat.

Yan Kui lay on the silk-draped bed, covered in sweat. The fluffy quilt was piled up like a small mountain at the foot of the bed. Following the scene in her dream, she slowly raised her jade-like fingers and gently traced them across her chest...

Yan Kui sat up abruptly, her eyes snapping open as she gasped for breath.

He patted his chest and said, "Damn it, why did I suddenly have that kind of dream?"

After saying that, she got up, picked up the still-warm water from the bedside table, and gulped down a large mouthful.

After calming down for a moment, Yan Kui smiled and thought to herself that she really was craving it.

She picked up her phone and looked at it; a message caught her attention.

[Bai Jiaqing: Yan Kui, I'll remember this slap. When you're down on your luck, I'll settle the score with you!]

Yan Kui suddenly remembered that she seemed to have hit this woman yesterday.

He chuckled and put his phone down.

"You still want to settle scores with me? If you come in front of me again and talk sarcasticly, I'll slap you to death!"

Yan Kui didn't take Bai Jiaqing's words to heart at all and continued to sleep with her eyes closed.

In her hazy state, it seemed as if she was dreaming again.

In her dream, Yan Kui stood in a magnificent living room, and in front of her stood a girl who looked nine-tenths like her mother. Yan Kui was stunned.

Her mother looked at her with extreme disgust, saying she was a fraud who had usurped the family's place and deceived everyone in the Yan family...

The girl also said she did it on purpose, that she definitely knew who she was, and that she was only after the Yan family's wealth and status…

Yan Kui tried desperately to explain that she didn't know, didn't understand, and couldn't figure out what was going on, but no one believed her.

She was furious and slapped the girl, only to be pushed to the ground.

The scene changes, and Yan Kui is standing in a brick house. The light bulbs in the room are glaringly bright, the cement floor and walls are dusty and gray, and even the bed in front of her creaks when touched.

Yan Kui was terrified.

I woke up from the dream again. If the first one was a pleasant dream, then the second one was a complete nightmare.

The housekeeper outside seemed to have heard that she had woken up, and opened the door, leading several nannies in neat rows of people.

"Good morning, Miss. We're here to help you get up."

Yan Kui was in a panic after waking up. The face in her dream looked exactly like her mother's, and she herself did look quite different from the rest of the Yan family.

The Yan family members all have an “approachable” appearance; their facial features and even their face shape are very ordinary.

Yan Kui, however, had a face that was as delicate and beautiful as a delicate flower.

Her porcelain-white skin had a faint pinkish tint, and a small light brown mole on the tip of her nose added a touch of liveliness.

Her almond-shaped eyes were round and bright, with a natural slight upturn at the corners. Her obsidian-like pupils shimmered with a watery light, and when she looked at people, there was an innocent charm mixed with an unconscious allure.

Yan Kui is undeniably beautiful, but she has a bad temper.

The Yan family is an upper-class family in Nanshi. When Master Yan was alive, he laid a solid economic foundation for the Yan family's wealth.

However, Mr. Yan was not cut out for this, and he was narrow-minded. Over the years, he had been living off the inheritance left by Mr. Yan, and he had managed the company terribly. Fortunately, his children were more successful than him.

Madam Yan has a son and a daughter. Her son, Yan Shangyu, is now the head of the Yan family. He has made a name for himself in Nanshi as soon as he took over the company.

But in reality, it was just the Yan family boasting about their son. Yan Shangyu was better than his father, but he was still far inferior to Master Yan.

In the Yan family, although Yan's parents doted on Yan Kui, they also prioritized their own interests.

She was required to be dignified and elegant in front of outsiders, especially in front of elders from other prominent families, where she was expected to demonstrate the demeanor of a refined lady.

Yan Kui's parents are currently helping her choose a marriage partner. Yan Kui is extremely annoyed by these pretentious and arrogant young men in Nanshi, but every time they meet, they always look at others with an expression that says, "Brother, you are so amazing."

This was an order given to her by her parents; she had to make the necessary sacrifices for the future of the Yan family.

Yan Kui agreed. For no other reason than that since she had enjoyed wealth and luxury, she naturally had to do these things. Besides, seeing the foolish expressions on these men's faces, Yan Kui found it quite amusing.

...

Yan Kui habitually had the servants help her get up and wash. Seeing the housekeeper changing the lily of the valley flowers by her bedside every day, and remembering the dream she had just finished, she couldn't help but feel irritated.

He kicked the bottle and flowers over with all his might.

"Splash—"

The vase shattered, and water seeped out, wetting the Persian carpet she was used to walking on.