Follow My Heart's Desire

The first time Meng Buqing met Ji Wan, the woman eight years her senior had straight, flowing hair, lips painted a striking red, and was dragging a suitcase worth five figures. She was breathtakingly beautiful, vibrant like the wicked queen from a fairy tale. She said, "You can call me Auntie Ji." * When Ji Wan moved into her home, Meng Buqing just wanted to coexist peacefully. Equal, friendly, and keeping to their own lanes—that was the plan. One day, after fetching Ji Wan’s package, cooking dinner, and buying her snacks, Meng Buqing decided to hit the club for the first time in ages. Tiptoeing to the front door, her hand just touching the knob, a cool, detached voic...