Feverish Spring Night

　　Jiang Zhi’er has been in Cheng Jingwei’s care since she was 16.

　　He was entrusted with her care, teaching her to be tactful and cautious, and to walk the path of life without fear.

　　As a “second uncle,” he was impeccable.

　　However, the young woman’s first love secretly blossomed on a hot spring night. On her coming-of-age ceremony, she finally mustered the courage to express her passionate feelings, but the man’s words, “You’ve just become an adult, and you’re already so disrespectful!”

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　　Cheng Jingwei, the youngest patriarch of a wealthy family, is reserved, steady, and ruthless.

　　Rumors abound, but regardless, Cheng Jingwei’s life is destined to remain on track, smooth and flawless.

　　Cheng Jingwei believes so, too.

　　Back then, he could never have imagined that his decorum, his gentlemanly demeanor, his refined elegance, the calm and self-possession imbued by his family lineage, would all crumble years later when he saw the young man beside Jiang Zhier.

　　In the dimly lit hallway, he used his long, bony hands to rub her lips for the first time: “Did your boyfriend teach you how to kiss?”

　　”Cheng Jingwei, what’s the point of you being like this?”

　　Jiang Zhier gritted her teeth, her eyes red as she told him word by word, “It’s like being the third person.”

　　The man, always proud, powerful, and at the pinnacle of power, bowed his head and replied word by word.

　　”You want me.”

　　”Don’t want him.”

　　The sword of Damocles that had hung over her head finally fell.

　　The girl who had desperately pursued love finally held the sword in her hand, gaining the power of life and death.

　　Jiang Zhier disliked being controlled by him.

　　Once upon a time, when he discovered her diary and she flatly denied having a crush on someone, he reprimanded her for lying.

　　Later, when he returned from a business trip, he held her in his lap and asked if she missed him. She said no, and he reprimanded her again.

　　Even worse, he raised his hand and swung it down hard, hitting the hem of her skirt.

　　The man’s expression was serious, and he acted like an elder lecturing a younger person, forcing her to correct her bad habits.

　　”How can a child lie?”