Ink and Wash in Misty Rain

A calculated move forced Su Miaomiao into a shotgun marriage with a disabled buddha-like figure in the Beijing circle.
At the beginning, she treated it all as a game, wanting to see the buddha-like figure lose control and pull the unattainable flower down from its pedestal.
Time after time of attempted seduction, the aloof buddha-like figure remained untainted by worldly desires.
Realizing she was the one losing control, she wanted to extricate herself from this game.
When she awoke again, there was a silver chain on her foot.
The cold and aloof buddha-like figure devoutly leaned over and kissed the back of her foot.
"Miaomiao, don't leave."
It was at that moment that Su Miaomiao realized.
Beneath that mask of a pure and aloof buddha-like figure, lay an obsessively possessive desire.

Flirt Till He Loses Control

Su Miaomiao hadn't expected that going out would be like stocking up at the supermarket.


She left with nothing in her hands, but on the return, her arms were too full to carry anything more.


The production crew even helped carry a lot of stuff, and although they couldn't go down the mountain now due to the bad weather, they had enough supplies.


Staying on the mountain for the New Year wouldn't be a problem, and she happily returned to the bamboo house.


There, she saw the production crew and Su Niannian sitting outside, quiet as chickens.


Upon noticing Su Miaomiao's return, the director seemed to have seen a savior.


"Um, Miss Su, your husband, he's here…"


Hearing this, Su Miaomiao was overjoyed and shoved the stuff in her hands to the director.


She dashed into the bamboo house and saw Xie Yuan sitting by the window.


Despite the freezing cold outside, he wasn't dressed in many layers.


He wore a gray woolen coat over a white shirt.


Chapter 127 I Once Imagined What Happiness Looks Like_1