Domineering prince, your princess is a bit fierce

Wei Zimin prides himself on his talent as a businessman, but compared to his older sister Wei Ling'er's extraordinary wisdom, his brilliance always seems a little inferior.

Tianranju, a restaurant famous for Wei Ling'er's ingenious decoration style and business model, is bustling with guests every day, witnessing the brilliant achievements of the elder sister.

The most eye-catching thing is the stunning performances of the women in Hongxiu Pavilion. They are like the brightest stars in the night sky, so dazzling that people forget the way home.

At first, Wei Zimin did not have high hopes for their performance. He had only heard of their reputation. He never imagined that they could use their extraordinary talents to perform such a breathtaking artistic feast, which completely overturned his prejudice.

On the stage, they are pure and elegant, winning applause with their talents rather than their beauty, truly interpreting the nobleness of "coming out of the mud without being stained".

Among them, Miss Haitang was particularly outstanding. Her every frown and smile touched Wei Zimin's heart, especially the cuteness and innocence that she revealed inadvertently, which made him fall deeply in love with her.

Whenever Haitang opened her red lips and tasted the food, her innocence and loveliness always made Wei Zimin's heart ripple. He gradually found that his feelings for this girl had quietly taken root, and what he looked forward to most every day was to see her again.

Finally, with Wei Linger's gentle encouragement, Wei Zimin mustered up unprecedented courage, and when Yu Haitang's performance ended and she was about to leave, he stepped forward lightly, gently blocked her way, and led her into a quiet room on the side.

Haitang was slightly startled by this sudden action, but she quickly calmed herself down with her usual gentleness. She met Wei Zimin's eyes, and the air was filled with an imperceptible sweetness and tension.

Wei Zimin took a deep breath, staring at the woman in front of him with a sharp gaze, silently reciting a vow in his heart. Finally, he spoke with a firm and affectionate voice: "Miss Haitang, I have you in my heart, and I am willing to spend my life with you. Will you marry me?"

As soon as these words came out, Haitang's world seemed to stop. Her heartbeat quickened, her cheeks flushed, and joy and struggle intertwined.

She knew that this love was beautiful, but it was like a mirage, difficult to touch. After a moment of silence, she suppressed her heartache, looked determined, and said slowly: "Mr. Wei, Haitang is grateful for your love, but I know that I am not worthy of you. You should find a more suitable beauty, Haitang sincerely wishes you that."

After she finished speaking, before Wei Zimin could recover from his shock, she turned around and left, stepping into the carriage waiting outside with firm steps, leaving behind only a series of crisp sound of horse hooves as they gradually faded away into the night.

Wei Zimin stood there in a daze, feeling mixed emotions. He couldn't believe it, nor did he want to believe that the woman who had once made his heart beat so fast would reject him so decisively. Was he not good enough, or was there an insurmountable gap between their worlds?

At this moment, Haitang had returned to Hongxiu Pavilion and locked herself in the room, tears silently falling.

She understood that her feelings for Wei Zimin were deep, but the shackles of her identity forced her to make such a choice.

She knew very well that no matter how clean they were, in the eyes of the world, it was still an indelible stain. This love was destined to be buried deep in their hearts and become the most beautiful regret in their lives.

The night is deep, and two hearts in their respective corners silently endure the unspeakable pain. The distance between them seems to be farther than the stars. They can only sigh that they are not destined to be together.

Hongniang walked lightly through the corridors filled with dancing gauze. She inadvertently heard Haitang's strange behavior in the sisters' whispers, and a trace of worry arose in her heart.

She wanted to step into the door immediately to find out what was going on, but she stopped under the door lintel. A faint sob, like a fallen leaf in autumn, brushed across her heart gently, making her stop and choose to watch in silence.

She stood outside the door, as if she could see through the thin wooden door and catch a glimpse of Haitang facing the waves of her heart alone.

Haitang, the innocent girl who always warmed those around her with her bright smile, was now immersed in an unknown sorrow. Her tears, like the most secret stars in the night sky, sparkled with unknown fragility.

Hongniang already understood a little bit in her mind that Haitang's worries were mostly related to love.

In the past, Sister Ling'er's soft whispers had echoed in her ears, mentioning that the third son of the Wei family, Wei Zimin, admired Haitang, and entrusted her to secretly inquire about Haitang's feelings.

Hongniang followed her advice, observed in detail, and tested inadvertently, and finally discovered Haitang's deep attachment to Wei Zimin. However, beneath that emotion, there was an unspeakable inferiority and struggle.

She knew very well that the heart of the crabapple tree was like a petal brushed by the drizzle. It longed for the warmth of the sun, but was afraid of being exposed to the public.

The difference in family background was like an invisible wall between the two of them, causing ripples in Haitang's heart that were difficult to calm.

Hongniang sighed softly, with a complex emotion flashing in her eyes. She understood that there were some roads that Haitang could only walk step by step, and there were some knots in her heart that only she could untie.

So, she slowly turned around, leaving behind a gentle back, and gradually disappeared at the end of the corridor, leaving Haitang a quiet space to listen to the voice of her heart and to bravely face the sweet yet bitter emotion.

Since they said goodbye that day, the world of Wei Zimin and Haitang seemed to be lightly shrouded by a layer of mist. The two of them tacitly chose to avoid each other, fearing that an inadvertent glance at each other would evoke the unfinished love and make the air filled with awkwardness again.

However, despite this deliberate alienation, Wei Zimin's heart seemed to be pulled by an invisible thread and involuntarily drifted towards the stage.

Whenever Haitang's performance began, he would always find a quiet corner, his eyes would pass through the crowd, secretly linger on her, and he would be intoxicated by the familiar yet distant sound of the piano, as if he could capture the tenderness and sweetness of the past from it.

Haitang was also very sensitive, how could she not feel that fiery gaze? However, she chose to bury this feeling deep in her heart, and built a high wall with an indifferent expression, so that Wei Zimin's gaze could not penetrate her heart.

She was afraid that once touched, she would be trapped in the whirlpool of emotions again and unable to extricate herself.

Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, two months have passed by like a white horse passing by.

As time went by, the initial awkwardness and stiffness gradually faded, and the two seemed to have returned to their previous track and began to have casual conversations and smiles.

But Wei Zimin was aware that although Haitang's smile was still gentle, she would always cleverly change the subject whenever the topic touched upon deeper issues. Her deliberate avoidance was like sand passing through the fingertips, light but not to be ignored.