Xu Yi Liao Chong

When they first met.

The man wore a dark gray suit and sat in the back seat of the old patriarch's Bentley. Every gesture and movement carried an elegance that could not be concealed.

Jiang Yi asked for his name—He Ling.

Years later, she was arranged to be tied to that noble young master in marriage.

However, her husband silently went abroad for two years.

When she heard news of him again, it was on the news, which said that he had splashed out a fortune just to make his "lover" smile.

That night, Jiang Yi drank herself into a stupor with a friend.

The desire to get close to him was like a thread, slowly wrapping around the man.

She smiled ingratiatingly for profit, shamelessly asked him for help, and constantly tried to make herself seen.

But the man pulled her by the waist into his arms and teased her: "How are you repaying me?"

"Sir can have anything."

Later, the noble young master raised her like a flower.

She was the person beside his pillow, and also the person in his paintings.

At first, Jiang Yi boldly used the man's resources and did not expect him to be deeply sincere.

Gradually, every step she took became a test.

She asked him, "Sir, can you love me?"

He Ling gripped her wrist, pressed her into the bathtub, and replied, "Sir can love you."

That year, Old Master He passed away.

He Ling wanted her to sacrifice her freedom and play the role of Madam He well.

Jiang Yi thought that thread could never be cut, but at that moment it was torn apart so easily.

He Ling let her go, waiting for her to come back obediently.

Late at night, however, the soft voice of the woman kept echoing in his mind, calling him "sir," saying "my waist hurts"...

[Marriage first, love later + both pure + sweet and bittersweet + age gap]