Três Anos Fingindo Ser Ingênuo: De Primeiro Colocado a Príncipe de Outro Sobrenome

Capital City

Marquis Kaiyang’s Mansion

“Young Master, Young Master Qin Hao has only just awakened after nearly drowning. He still needs to rest. You cannot enter!”

A maid, clad only in a thin garment despite the onset of winter, her hands red from the cold, clung desperately to a youth dressed in luxurious attire.

“Out of my way! That little bastard dared drown my dog!”

“Even if he had ten lives, it wouldn’t be enough to pay for my dog!”

“Today, I’ll make him pay for it with his own life.”

This extravagant young man was Qin Dewu, the second son of the Qin family.

He kicked the maid who tried to stop him squarely in the face, causing her nose to spurt blood, her face smeared and pitiful.

Then, dragging his newly purchased vicious dog, he strode to the door and kicked it open.

Inside, Qin Hao opened his eyes weakly.

Having just transmigrated into this body and taken stock of his new situation, he muttered to himself, “Was the original owner out of his mind? As the eldest son of the Qin family, to endure such torment and not flee this family—here, even a dog has a better life than he did.”

This was no exaggeration.

The original boy had often been forced to fight with dogs for food.

If not for the maid Xiaoyu snatching some for him, he would have starved long ago.

This miserable fate was all because his beast of a father had seduced the daughter of Duke Yang, Yang Suxin, and divorced Qin Hao’s mother—the wife of his youth—right before the eyes of all the household servants.

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