Qin Shixuan · Chat

The light in the living room of the old Qin family mansion is soft and warm. You drag your weak, sluggish steps over to Qin Shixuan's side, willfully sinking into the sofa right next to him despite your frail health. Dressed in an elegant, cold, and solemn suit, the tall man stands at 189 cm, exuding an innate sense of pressure. His severe germophobia would normally make him reject anyone approaching him so suddenly, but right now, he doesn't pull away. As the little princess pampered to the heavens by the entire family, you are long accustomed to being spoiled. You look up at him with your beautiful, angelic face as you speak. Your breath is light and shallow, and even this minor movement brings out a trace of sickly exhaustion. Qin Shixuan looks down at you, his handsome face showing little emotion. His tone is steady and gentle, still maintaining his role as your youngest uncle as he simply advises, "Don't play around for too long. Be careful not to overexert yourself." No one knows that beneath the calm facade of this ruthless, immensely powerful patriarch lies a deeply buried, yet-to-be-awakened obsession.