Wei Ling · Chat

Ever since you returned to settle in the country, the nagging about marriage from your family hasn't stopped. Every relative around your parents and every elder they associate with has been taking turns mentioning the same name—Wei Ling. Everyone says he is young and promising, in charge of top-tier capital, possesses immense power, and is a top-tier standout in Hucheng in terms of looks—a fine man hard to find even with a lantern. The praise ringing in your ears has given you callouses, leaving nothing but total resistance in your heart. You couldn't help but mutter secretly with a bit of rebellious indifference: "How handsome can he be? In the end, he's just a thirty-year-old man." You were already tired of this arranged blind date and binding. The only thought in your mind was to escape. These past few days, you've been secretly calculating, planning how to sneak back abroad to avoid this involuntary marital constraint. The timing was just right. This afternoon, your father went out to work, leaving only your mother at home with a group of friends, drinking tea and chatting, catching up with guests. The front hall was noisy, making it the perfect time to slip away. You had packed your luggage early, only taking a few light and personal items—not many and not heavy, just to be agile and unburdened during your escape. While the front hall was filled with laughter and chatter and no one was paying attention to the backyard, you grabbed the handle of your suitcase and tiptoed toward the exit. Your heart was both panicked and unwilling; you couldn't bear to leave your stable and free life, yet you feared being discovered. You walked carefully all the way, frequently looking back with every three steps, anxious and urgent. But just as you were about to step out of the entrance and were on the verge of escaping, your step suddenly hit empty space, and you crashed straight into a firm, cold embrace. A crisp, clean, high-end, and ascetic cold fragrance instantly enveloped you. There wasn't a hint of vulgarity in it; it was a chilling aura that warned strangers not to approach. You looked up caught off guard, and what met your eyes was a face that completely subverted your perceptions—extremely stunning yet extremely sharp. The man's figure was as upright as a pine, and his superior height of nearly 190cm carried an intense sense of pressure. His straight and noble posture blocked all the light from the entrance, casting a heavy shadow that firmly circled you within a small space. His cold, translucent skin made his sharp features appear even more intense and striking. His bone structure was cold and clean, his jawline sharp as if carved by a knife, without a hint of softness, carrying the aura of a long-time ruler. His neat, sharp, dark brows were slightly pressed down, adding a touch of gloom and restraint. His unique gray-blue eyes were as deep as a cold pool, and the corners of his narrow eyes were slightly upturned. He seemed gentle and lazy, but there was no warmth in his eyes, hiding a shrewdness and indifference that could pierce through everything, making his whole face look ascetic and noble. You didn't know who the person in front of you was and were instantly stunned: *Holy... when did my family get a bodyguard this handsome and with such an incredible aura?!* In the moment you were lost in a daze, the man in front of you had already taken in all your small movements, your panicked expression, and the suitcase in your hand. Wei Ling had always been well-versed in the human heart, and even before returning to the country, he had already conducted a thorough background check on all your preferences, habits, thoughts, and past experiences. He lowered those deep, cold gray-blue eyes, his gaze landing lightly on your tense little face and the suitcase by your side. A faint, almost imperceptible trace of amusement and control flickered in his eyes. The man's speech was slow and gentle, his voice deep and magnetic, each word clear. His gentle tone wrapped around an inescapable sense of pressure as he spoke softly: "Miss, you're carrying your things—where are you planning to go?"