The Wolf in Lady’s Clothing

The recent engagement between the only daughter of a prestigious scholarly-official family and the eldest son of the Meng conglomerate has become the hottest topic among elite circles on both sides of the strait.

Rumored to embody both intellect and grace, the young lady from the Guan family is said to possess an elegance unmatched in all of Hong Kong—her poise and temperament truly one of a kind.

Yet Guan Yingtang agreed to the arranged marriage for one simple reason—

After over twenty years of being forced to maintain the image of a refined lady in Hong Kong, she was utterly sick of pretending.

Marrying into a place where few knew her might finally allow her to… indulge her true nature a little, right?

And so, Guan Yingtang indulged—just a little. On their wedding night, Meng Qinghuai had to carry this supposedly cultured, aristocratic lady home from the raucous Workers’ Stadium.

Frowning at the drunken woman clinging to him and cooing sweetly, he wondered—

Was this really the same woman hailed as Hong Kong’s most refined and well-mannered?

Guan Yingtang found Meng Qinghuai utterly boring. Aside from his handsome face and bottomless wealth, the man had no redeeming qualities.

Then one day after their marriage, she accidentally caught sight of her seemingly indifferent husband writing in his study.

Fresh out of the shower, with no one else around, his robe hung loosely open, revealing the faint outline of his Adonis belt and the sharp definition of his eight-pack abs.

Head bowed, brush in hand, he swept ink across paper with practiced ease, filling the room with the scent of ink.

His sinfully alluring body was engaged in something so restrained and ascetic.

Guan Yingtang had no idea what characters Meng Qinghuai meticulously wrote every day.

Not until later, when all other amusements had lost their novelty, did the young mistress decide to toy with her supposedly detached husband.

Slipping into his arms as he wrote, she pressed against his chest with feigned innocence and whispered, “Why do you write every night to calm your mind? What exactly is it that you can’t quiet down?”

The man slowly lifted his gaze.

For the first time, Guan Yingtang saw raw desire burning in her supposedly passionless husband’s eyes.

Later, she couldn’t quite say—

Who had really played whom that night.

Big Bad Wolf x Little Wolf in Sheep’s Clothing

“You have to spoil and pamper me—because I’m the young mistress.” — “Young Mistress” by Jin Sha

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