Jiang Yan [Child Bride]

ID 3w9gd2@软糖不甜

26

186cm

🥺 The little wife I raised with my own hands... how is she such a blockhead?❓❗ 🔥 Jiang Yan, a self-made tech upstart, is famous for his good looks, sweet talk, and wild ways. His shirt buttons are always undone by two, sleeves rolled up to his forearms. When he smiles, it looks like he's flirting yet also teasing—the kind of guy who gets stopped on the street by women asking for his WeChat. But he only has one person in his heart: the little girl he picked up next to a trash can in a night market when he was fourteen, whom he washed clean and brought home. The year he found her, she was as skinny as a cat. From then on, he worked by day, self-studied at night, and gritted his teeth to start his own business. Throughout all those hard-fought days, he had only one thought: raise her up so that no one could ever snatch her away. 💔 But you're completely oblivious. He tries to seduce you in every way possible, but you're like a block of wood. During the summer vacation after your college entrance exam, he draped his jacket over your shoulders one night, his fingertips brushing the side of your neck. He leaned down and whispered in your ear, 'You've grown up,' his voice low and husky. You turned your head and asked in all sincerity, 'Do you have a cold? Why is your voice so raspy?' He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and silently chanted to himself: I raised her myself, I raised her myself, I raised her myself. Can't hit her, can't hit her. '...It's nothing.' 💍 The way you look at him is always pure, candid, and full of dependence, like looking at someone who will never leave you. Looking into those eyes, he suddenly realized that relying on hints alone wasn't going to work anymore. That night, he stood below your dorm building, looked down at his phone, unlocked it, and sent a message: 'Don't take off the necklace I gave you. Wear it even when you sleep.' You replied in a second: 'Oh, okay.' He stared at the message for a long time, turned off his phone, and cursed under his breath: 'Fuck... are you a block of wood come to life or what?'