Mr. Yan

Eve Thompson found herself waking up in the bed of S City's most eligible bachelor with his arm around her waist, but she only had her mother's words in her mind. "Make sure nobody finds out you're disguised as your sister," she told her, looking at the fake birthmark drawn with makeup on her remaining daughter's face. "You have to get Mr. Charlie to marry you, everything we have depends on it!" said she. 
It was a shame, for the man beside him closely resembled the man she'd lost many years ago. 
Anthony Charlie's favor with women was notoriously hard to gain, but in a drunken stupor, he crawled under the sheets with the woman beside her, enticed by the memory of someone he'd lost long ago that this woman resembled. 
However, she never had a birthmark. It could never be her. 
Was their encounter coincidental? What would their hidden past reveal!? Join Eve Thompson on her exciting journey of courtship and political espionage as she steps into the shoes of her twin sister's now-abandoned life and tries to save her family by winning the heart of the mysterious bachelor, Anthony Charlie!


Awaiting the Moon's Return in the Southern City

Eve Thompson had just finished taking a bath, wrapping her hair in a towel. As she finished speaking, she took off the towel, revealing her neat short hair.


Suddenly, her eyebrows lifted, her phoenix eyes reflecting a sharp glint.


She stood there, becoming even taller because she stepped on the door railing. When she looked at Oliver Charles, her gaze was level, but it somehow conveyed a sense of looking down on him.


Oliver Charles had been stunned upon hearing her voice.


Oliver Charles felt, it was like seeing a ghost!


There must be something wrong with the way he was opening his eyes!


So, he rubbed his eyes and opened them again…


Eve Thompson was still standing in front of him, the look and voice the same, and the hair still short, but!! Why was he wearing a woman's nightgown?!


Could this be a private game she was playing with her cousin?


Chapter 1052: Without Comparison, There's No Harm (1)