The first time Meng Buqing met Ji Wan,
she was a woman eight years her senior, with sleek long hair, crimson lips, and pulling a suitcase worth five figures.
Radiantly beautiful, like the wicked queen from a fairy tale.
She said, “You can call me Auntie Ji.”
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When Ji Wan moved into her home, Meng Buqing only wanted peaceful coexistence—
equal and friendly, like well water never mixing with river water.
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.
Creeping toward the door, her hand barely touching the handle, a cool voice came from behind:
“You haven’t finished your homework. Where do you think you’re going?”
“……”
Meng Buqing: Homework? You *are* the homework :)
A seemingly sweet, demure but fiercely spirited girl × A strict-seeming auntie who’s actually soft at the slightest poke
(No blood relation or legal familial ties between the CP.)