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I Found a Substitute
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Qin Guang is notorious for being a playboy and also for being a wastrel. As for me, Ni Xin, I am Qin Guang's fiancée, to be precise, a fiancée arranged by my parents. The outside world has a very poor opinion of me, claiming that I shamelessly pursue Qin Guang and refuse to let go. I don't really care about those comments. What matters to me is Qin Guang's attitude towards me.
Every time Qin Guang gets entangled with some flirtatious women or incurs some romantic debts, he always pushes the responsibility onto me and expects me to resolve it. Like now.
In the village teahouse, Li Lin sits across from me, her small face tear-streaked and looking pitiful. I sigh and comfort her, "Stop crying. The snacks here are quite good; would you like to try some?"
Li Lin shakes her head and says in a hoarse voice, "I can't eat."
I nod and bluntly say, "Alright, but the snack set costs one tael of silver per person. I've already paid; if you don't eat, it will go to waste."
Li Lin's face suddenly stiffens.
For a moment, the air feels frozen.
I quickly change the subject and smile, "By the way, since you are already betrothed to Qin Ming, logically speaking, you should call me sister-in-law; you don't have to..."
"I won't marry Qin Ming!" Li Lin exclaims in embarrassment and anger.
Raising an eyebrow, I curiously ask, "Then who do you want to marry? Qin Guang?"
Li Lin bites her lip and whispers, "Qin Guang and I truly love each other!"
"Truly love in an incestuous way?" I interrupt her with a cold laugh. "You really have no shame."
Li Lin's expression darkens.
Once again, there is a silence in the air.
I felt a bit awkward, so I took the initiative to lighten the mood and asked with a smile, "So you really want to marry Qin Guang, huh?"
Li Lin's expression darkened, and he simply let out a cold snort from his nose, which I took as an agreement.
I couldn't help but laugh. "You wish."
I sat on a stool in the yard, holding a damp towel in my hands, my gaze lingering on it for a long time without moving away.
In truth, my attention wasn't entirely focused on the towel because I had finally come to realize that Qin Guang didn't like me. It wasn't just me; Li Lin wouldn't like me either. He didn't even want to call me by my name; he usually just referred to me as "hey" or Ni Xin.
Thinking back to how he looked at Zhao Ling today, my face remained calm while bitterness welled up inside me.
After washing his hair, Qin Guang sat down next to me, drying his hair with a cloth, and asked, "Is the problem solved?"
I shook my head.
Qin Guang didn't respond but raised his hand to tuck a strand of my hair behind my ear, as if he really liked my hair.
I couldn't help but focus on Qin Guang's hands. They were exceptionally beautiful—slender with distinct joints and long, delicate fingers—but there was a faint scar where his wrist met his palm.
My hand instinctively tightened around the towel, and an indescribable feeling surged in my chest.
Suddenly, Qin Guang smiled, his smile carrying a hint of allure. He reached out and ruffled my hair gently, saying softly, "You look most beautiful with long hair. I'll take you out to have some fun in a few days."
I obediently nodded, and only then did Qin Guang seem satisfied as he continued to ruffle my hair.
I felt a bit restless, even somewhat weary.
I stood at the door, looking at the contents of the letter,
a hint of warmth crossed my eyes as I smiled helplessly.
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