Ten billion wealthy daughters

My name is West.

From a very young age, I was taught that I was the eldest son of the family, a good heir of the royal blood, and that I was meant to be different.

I have always grown up in the envious eyes of others, and my father especially placed high hopes on me.

Even though my mother felt that my father was harsh, she divorced my father and asked me if I would go with her, I still said no.

I'm going to stay in Italy, I'm the pride of my father.

I have high demands on myself, and I must do my best in everything-whether it is academics, relationships, or appearance.

They all thought that West was perfect; however, I gradually discovered that my efforts would be replaced by a fluffy "he has royal blood".

It seems that my excellence is only because of my blood, and the others are never important.

The perfect West is the expectation of my father and the benchmark in the eyes of others, but it made me a confused teenager.

That year, I went to France with my father to attend the birthday party of the patriarch of the Louis family, where I met a little girl.

No, I bumped into a girl.

It's a real hit!

Like a gust of wind, she rushed out from the corner, and before she could slow down, she slammed into me. While screaming, the little girl stretched out her hand—and hung on me firmly.

I comforted her subconsciously, she froze for a moment, patted her chest, and laughed.

She is a bit sweet, she has a very pretty smile, she is very confident and happy - her smile is overflowing from the bottom of her heart, unlike mine, which is a "standard smile of aristocratic etiquette".

She was probably Miss Lewis, and wanted to plant something in the garden, and asked me if I could help, and for some reason I readily agreed.

This is the first time someone directs me to do this and that, and what I do is to pull weeds and weeds. I am surprised, but I don't feel repulsed, but feel very special.

She told me that her name is Xia Qingan, her mother is French, and her father is Chinese.

Brown, the old butler of the Louis family, did not appear near us until after work. Judging from his attitude towards Qing'an, we can tell that Qing'an is very favored.

When Brown told her that I was of Danish royal blood, my face was not very good-I was afraid to see her look at me with a slightly curious and respectful look like everyone else.

I've had enough - he's West, he's good because of his blood.

However, Qing'an was just curious about my situation.

"I really like Hans Christian Andersen's fairy tales, and the cookies in the blue can are delicious, but they are a bit cold." Her eyes were full of little stars, "Aren't you Italian? Why did you become a member of the Danish royal family again?"

"My mother is a member of the Danish royal family, and my father is a wealthy businessman in Italy. I am the eighth in line of succession to the royal family... In fact, it is no different from nothing."

I told her like this, trying to downplay my bloodline, but she really didn't care as much as others, and soon she didn't care about my identity.

This made me very relaxed and natural, and I didn't even know why I felt close to her.

That day was the most special day in my serious youth, with no status, no requirements, no perfection, only the fragrance of the garden soil and her gorgeous smile.

At that time, I didn't know that I would fall in love with someone later and lose her later.

Fate is mysterious and impermanent.

Cong Rong: For the first encounter between West and Qing’an, you can read Chapter 125 Accident and Chapter 126: I Am West’s Memories; West’s episode will have the second half tomorrow.