Sweets Flood

In Yun City, there are rumors about Young Master Huo being temperamental and extreme. He is cold-hearted and will kick any woman away if they get close to him.
Little Fairy Wen was at loggerheads with Young Master Huo in her previous life.
Little Fairy Wen: "Can I suck up to you?"
"Scram."
That was expected. It would only be strange if Little Fairy Wen could succeed.
Not long later—
"Young Master Huo brought Little Fairy Wen to the countryside to watch shooting stars."
"Young Master Huo beat his love rival up so badly the latter is in the hospital."
Little Fairy Wen, the person involved, is pushed into a corner by Young Master Huo.
"I dare you to break up with me."
Little Fairy Wen smiles brightly. "You were the one who told me to scram."
The fierce Young Master Huo becomes a meek little puppy in the next second. "Don't break up with me. My life is yours from now on."
...
Wen Ruan died brutally in her previous life. Young Master Huo, who was terminally ill, collected her corpse and even laid into the crystal coffin with her after consuming poison.
Now that she's reborn, her goal is to tear the scumbags and bitches apart, cure his illness, suck up to him, and become his precious little fairy.
[The Little Fairy who is sweet and delicate, meek and charming VS The temperamental Young Master Huo who is extremely faithful and only pampers the little fairy ]

Reborn into Young Master Huo's Little Fairy

    Huo Hannian had one hand in his pocket and the other holding a cigarette, puffing out smoke.


  He didn't look at Wen Ruan. His dark and cold eyes looked at the neon lights in the distance. His deep and hoarse voice seemed to come from the depths of his throat." I'm tired and annoyed. I don't want to see you again. Do you understand what I'm saying?"


  Tired, annoyed, and didn't want to see her again?


  Wen Ruan's slender body suddenly froze.


  She looked at the young man whose silhouette was blurred by the smoke in disbelief, and her mind went blank for a moment.


  She took a deep breath and looked at him again.


  His well-defined facial features were sharp and cold as if they were carved by a knife. The gaze he looked at her with was devoid of any warmth, making her feel as if she had fallen into an ice cellar!


If He Leaves Like This, He Won't Turn Back!