After Moving in With the Aloof, Conservative Beauty

The group Gu Lingyi founded single handedly had just gone public. But on the very night of the IPO, her family unceremoniously threw her and her belongings out of the ancestral estate.

For five generations, the Gu family had been dedicated public servants fighting for the nation, straight laced to the point of absurdity. They simply couldn’t accept that their beloved youngest daughter was the secret mastermind behind a massive empire monopolizing the adult products industry.

So, they unanimously agreed: this rebellious daughter who violated the family legacy had to be booted out!

Late that night, holding a velvet quilt, Gu Lingyi knocked on Jiang Yanqing’s door.

Leaning against the doorframe with effortless charm, her toe propping open the door, she flashed a bright, breezy smile: “Mind if I crash here for the night?”

Jiang Yanqing hailed from a scholarly family, her entire life mapped out by her elders from the moment she was born.

During her school days, she was required to score exact grades and attend specific schools. After graduation, she was instructed to work as a high school board director just to clear a path for her younger brother’s career. Even the top button of her shirt had to remain strictly fastened.

Her family refused to allow even the slightest straying from the line.

In fact, the walls of Jiang Yanqing’s house were lined with full length mirrors, serving as constant reminders to keep her attire immaculate, observe proper etiquette, and walk the straight and narrow path. She was expected to live her life routinely, coldly, and detachedly.

That was until someone personally unbuttoned the very top loop of her qipao.

Outside the French windows, the rain pattered softly. The light near the bed was dim, but it did nothing to obscure the sudden flash of beauty reflected in the full length mirror.

Gu Lingyi held her up by the crook of her knees, leaning down to plant soft kisses along her smooth, silky neckline.

Jiang Yanqing revered by her students as the “Inviolable Qipao Goddess” had reddened, tear glistening eyes. Her usually cool voice quavered with a rasp, hovering somewhere between a plea and coy resistance:

“Not… not in front of the mirror…”

Cold, older Jiang Yanqing grew up in a rigid household, becoming completely abstinent and traditional. Whenever she had free time, she’d check her mirrors, fix her clothes, and keep her qipao buttoned to the top.

That was until a gorgeous younger woman pinned her against those mirrors, kissing her neck.

Despite being teased, Jiang Yanqing habitually knelt to make the bed and change her shoes. For her “stubbornness,” she got thoroughly punished ending up kneeling on her partner’s instep, in her arms, and across the bed.