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

  The wind was blowing hard outside, and bean-sized raindrops hit the window, making pitter-patter sounds.


  Ye Qingyu only fell asleep very late last night. When she woke up in the morning, she stood by the window and watched the rain for a while before she snuggled back into the blanket and fell asleep again.


  When she woke up again, it was already noon.


  It was rare that the servants did not knock on the door to ask her to eat today. After she went to the bathroom to wash up, Ye Qingyu wore a loose and soft T-shirt and walked towards the living room.


  Ye Qingyu took a glance at the kitchen as the fragrance of the dishes wafted into her nose.


  The tall and handsome man was wearing a simple and elegant white shirt as he busied himself in front of the counter. His sleeves were rolled up a few times, revealing his strong and sturdy arms. He held a wok in one hand and a spatula in the other, cooking the dishes skillfully and smoothly.


His Decision