Chapter 10 The First Meeting- A Boy Who Calls Her His

The autumn breeze swept through the Leng family's courtyard, rustling the leaves with a crisp sound.

It was one of those rare, peaceful mornings where no gatherings or social events were taking place.

But something unexpected was about to happen.

Chen Meiyu, Ruolan's mother, had invited over a distant family friend—the prestigious Fu family, known for their cold-blooded efficiency in both business and politics.

Their influence was immense, second only to the Lengs.

And today, they had brought along their heir.

A boy no older than three years old.

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Qingxue and Qiuhan sat in the garden, a rare moment of quiet between them.

Their tiny figures looked unnaturally elegant for their age, both with the same calm and detached expressions.

Even though they were just babies, their presence already had a strange, refined air—something that made people hesitate before approaching.

But today, that stillness was interrupted.

A shadow loomed over them.

A boy had arrived.

Dressed in an all-black outfit that contrasted sharply with his fair complexion, the three-year-old child stood with a posture far too composed for someone his age.

His features were striking—sharp eyes, a defined jawline, and an ice-cold aura that seemed to freeze the air around him.

Even the servants watching from a distance felt uneasy.

This boy was unnaturally mature.

And the first thing he did—

Was ignore everyone else and walk straight toward Qingxue.

Without hesitation, he crouched beside her, reaching out a hand.

And then—

He touched her cheek.

A featherlight caress.

The warmth of his fingertips met her soft, porcelain skin.

A silent pause.

And then, in a voice that was cold yet strangely gentle, he spoke his first words to her:

"Xiao Xue."

The way he said it—like he had already decided she was his.

Qingxue blinked, her silver-blue eyes reflecting his face.

Qiuhan's expression darkened instantly.

The boy finally turned his gaze to him, and for a moment—

Their eyes met.

A silent understanding passed between them.

An instant rivalry.

One boy was her twin, her closest bond.

The other had just claimed her at first sight.

The air between them tensed.

But Qingxue remained indifferent, as if none of it concerned her.

Because in truth—

She had no idea just how much these two would shape her future.