Daily life of working as a substitute bride for a wealthy family

Xiang Ran stared at Sheng Yang blankly—as if she was meeting him for the first time.

He has a high nose bridge, lowered brows and eyes, and is a well-proportioned and gentle man.

Once, they flirted, kissed, and made love.

They talked about poetry, songs and art, and also had heated debates.

At that time, they were "Miss Su" and "Second Master Sheng".

The man is talented and the woman is beautiful, they are a perfect match.

So he never talked about this with her at the time.

Because he thought she was a woman of the same class as him.

And what he said to her today,

surprise her.

Because she found that what he said was true, but no one had told her.

Xiang Ran felt that Sheng Yang tonight was not her "employer", not her "husband", and not her "boyfriend".

But an "older brother" or "father".

The "big brother" whom I have envied and longed for since childhood.

Or the imagined gentle and omnipotent "father" role.

Sheng Yang like this made her feel helpless.

"Actually, I really don't want you to leave. We just met, and now we have to separate again..." He took a breath with a gleam in his eyes.

Xiang Ran felt sad.

He did so much for her.

What else does she have to insist on?

"If you don't want me to leave - I won't leave!" The words were already in my throat.

But she still held back.

He is so good, she must be stronger to be worthy of his kindness.

If Sheng Yang didn’t have any obsession with “home” in his mind.

She doubted how attractive she could be to him.

Flesh and youth?

These are unreliable.

Fortunately, she had read a lot of books at the time, otherwise how could she resonate with his thoughts?

Now standing before him, she felt weak and ignorant.

But Xiang Ran underestimated the heroic complex of men.

All men have fantasized about being a knight sent down from the sky to save the weak, women and children.

From Sheng Yang's high vantage point, Xiang Ran at this moment was undoubtedly a beautiful little white flower.

Pure white Chinese short-sleeved shirt.

Above the slightly hunched back is a snow-white neck.

She looked extremely weak and pitiful.

But Sheng Yang thought of the slim waist and hips under the clothes.

I remembered the lip beads that looked like flower buds under the mask...

He couldn't help but feel his heart pounding.

She's always like that.

Beneath her delicate Chinese appearance lies an independent Western demeanor and a sexy and explosive body.

This fascinating contrast has always fascinated him.

Sheng Yang lifted her chin with his hand.

just like before.

The moonlight outside the window is cool and bright, and petals are blown down in the air.

Sheng Yang leaned over and put his face close to her nose: "Tina, from the first time I saw you, I found that... whether it's your voice or your appearance, they are very similar to my missing wife. Can you take off your mask now and let me see?"

There was temptation in the man's eyes.

Xiang Ran heard the loud beating of her own heart.

She nodded.

He raised his hand and touched the mask strap.

Suddenly, I heard him chuckle: "Silly boy, if you take off your mask, I guarantee you won't be able to leave this room, absolutely."

Xiang Ran's hand froze.

"I will lock you up and hide you away to make up for the longing and loneliness I've endured for over three hundred days and nights. Do you know what I will do?"

“Whether it’s Songxuan or me, we’ll hold you back—you know I can do it.

Maybe you won't have time to go out anymore.

Because every year there are different reasons.”

Xiang Ran hesitated.

The man said, “Wear it, wear it whenever you have any hesitation.

I'm waiting for the day when you take off your mask on your own initiative.

But I hope you won’t keep me waiting too long.”

After saying that, Sheng Yang turned around.

Looking at the flying flowers outside the window, he no longer looked at her.

"Before going abroad, can you visit the Sheng family cemetery?

There is a cemetery there that I have reserved for myself and my wife.

When I was most hopeless, I designed the joint burial tomb myself.

The characters on the stele are written in the running script of Liang Shizheng.

At the time, I thought—if she really had an accident, and I couldn't escape it temporarily because I had Songxuan to take care of, I would have to be buried with her after death."

Sheng Yang's tone was very light, as if he was talking about something insignificant.

But Xiang Ran understood his despair at that time.

Then he continued, "Because I don't know whether to engrave 'Su' or 'Liu' as my wife's surname.

I simply asked the craftsman to carve her last name into "Sheng".

This surname is related to her background.

If you are interested in her life experience, you can go back to Qingluan County before going abroad and ask your adoptive parents. They know some of the truth.

If you think these don’t matter, that’s fine too.

You can also just remember that her last name is Sheng."