Synopsis
Fu Jia wanted him. Nobody in that house wanted Fu Jia there. Even the servants felt free to talk down to him however they liked. His stepmother despised him down to his bones, but he didn't let it get to him. They could push and scheme all they wanted — he wasn't going anywhere. Staying was how he stayed winning. The first moment anything in that house felt warm to Fu Jia, it came from Lu QiAn. They'd never exchanged a single word. Lu QiAn didn't even know who he really was. But because of one small, almost meaningless thing,…
