Zhang Heyi, a figura mais famosa da Escola Secundária de Nancheng, era ousado e indomável, um verdadeiro filho predileto do destino. Nunca lhe faltaram admiradoras e sempre viveu de forma despreocupada e livre. Entretanto, foi justamente no último ano do ensino médio que ele se apaixonou por uma garota meiga, tímida e doce como uma fada.
“Jiang Ci, are you coming with me to the Sun family, or will you stay with your grandmother in the old house?” Jiang Nanyan crossed her arms, her face full of impatience.
Her words snapped Jiang Ci back to reality.
Grandmother stood beside Jiang Ci, hunched over. Seeing Jiang Ci’s sudden action, she was startled and worried, her voice full of concern and tenderness: “Ah Ci, why are you pinching yourself all of a sudden? Does it hurt?”
The pain in her arm and grandmother’s tender voice echoed in Jiang Ci’s mind, and suddenly a thought sprang forth—she had been reborn.
Jiang Ci lifted her eyes to meet Jiang Nanyan standing before her, pressing her lips tightly, suppressing the hatred swelling in her heart.
“Ah Ci, it’s alright. You can go with your mother; grandmother will be fine here,” her grandmother comforted, holding Jiang Ci’s hand.
Jiang Ci shook her head gently, holding her grandmother’s wrinkled hand warmly. “Grandmother, I want to stay and keep you company.”
In her past life, her greatest mistake was leaving her grandmother. She never imagined that Jiang Nanyan would, for her own sake, not even visit her biological mother as she lay dying at home.
This time, she would not make the wrong choice again.
“Think carefully. If you don’t go to the Sun family, you’ll be stuck living in this shabby house for the rest of your life!” Jiang Nanyan’s eyes grew more disdainful upon hearing Jiang Ci’s refusal.
Jiang Ci’s rejection was firm. “No, I won’t go. I won’t stand in your way from becoming the mistress of the Su