Read novel You Were My Way Home

That was the year I was at my poorest, yet somehow I still managed to take a young “pretty boy” under my wing.

Every day, I worked myself to the bone just so he could eat well and dress nicely. He was a little slow on the uptake, but he made up for it with those ridiculously long legs, a slim waist, broad shoulders, and an eight-pack that looked like it belonged in a fruit commercial.

Whenever I came home, I loved leaning against that solid chest, taking advantage of him whenever I could, and finding every possible excuse to coax him into kissing me.

Then, one day, I suddenly became the heiress to a wealthy family and kicked him to the curb.

After that, my parents gave me a mission: win over Jiang Yan, the infamous young heir of Beijing’s elite circle.

So I deliberately slipped into a skimpy spaghetti-strap dress, summoned every ounce of courage I had, and went to knock on his bedroom door.

The door opened.

The man standing before me was the very same “pretty boy” from all those years ago.

Only now, he was no longer the innocent, easy-to-bully boy I remembered.

His eyes were cold. His presence was sharp and intimidating.

Before I could even turn around and run, his arm snapped around my waist, pinning me firmly against the door.

He lowered his head, looking down at me with a crooked smile.

His gaze was dangerous, oppressive.

“I prefer shorter dresses.”

His deep voice brushed against my ear.

“Something like the one you used to wear… when you were sitting on top of me.”