Legend has it that the person in charge of that family still has some connection with the Qin family in the capital.
“But she didn’t.” Cheng Yan still clearly remembers how he mustered up the courage to tell Fu Mutian about his past.
He was like a prisoner awaiting final judgment, filled with sorrow, seemingly knowing the ending yet still yearning, yearning...
Cheng Yan wasn't exceptionally good-looking. Not to mention Fu Mutian's friends, he was just average among the people Fu Mutian had been with.
He received all sorts of "training" from a young age, and was eventually deliberately sent to Fu Mutian's side.
He should have acted like any other "spy," using Fu Mutian and leveraging her influence to make his life easier.
But he... seems unable to do it.
Knowing full well that Fu Mutian treated him the same way she treated other "things," he was captivated by the warmth that flowed from between his fingernails during those few short months of their time together. Even the tenderness that flowed from between his fingernails touched his heart and bewitched him.
“She didn’t despise me; she even felt sorry for me.” Cheng Yan tilted her head back, a thin mist clouding her clear eyes. “She said it wasn’t my fault.”
"If there is no one in this world who cares about me, protects me, and loves me, then she will come." Cheng Yan's voice was ethereal, yet filled with happiness.
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After playing around with Cheng Yan for a while, Sweetie finally understood his true nature. (That's the right word; at first, Sweetie just treated Cheng Yan like any other plaything she'd ever had, and he was a bit of a jerk at first.)
(The four playboys written by that author were actually... well, not the kind of playboys in most novels who are virtuous on the surface but actually morally upright.)
But I gradually came to like it.
They both gradually fell in love with each other.
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