Transmigrated As My Former Uncle's Sweetheart

Yaoyao's eyes lit up when she caught sight of Long Yin ahead, but just when she was about to use him as her shield, she heard something pierce the air behind her, much to her alarm. Before she could dodge, it hit her in the back with a loud smack.

Losing control of her summoned internal strength, she teetered sideways and fell.

"Ahhhhhhhhh!"

She shrieked as she thought to herself, 'Crap, I'm going to humiliate myself, falling in front of so many people!'

She closed her eyes, terrified of facing her fate.

However, the pain did not come as she had anticipated, for she landed in a pair of strong arms.

The person's scent was unfamiliar, so she was absolutely certain that the person who caught her was neither her brother nor someone she knew.

Surprised, she opened one eye to sneak a peek, only to be greeted by the sight of a gentle, good-looking face.

The person was smiling at her.

Realizing that she had been caught peeping, Yaoyao grew embarrassed.

Wait—why did she have to peep at him? She could have just looked him straight in the eye!

She instantly opened both eyes and regarded the man curiously. "Thank you for catching me, but who are you?" She had yet to register that she was still in his arms.

Beitang You gave her a long look before putting her down on the ground. "My name is Beitang You, Your Highness."

"Beitang You?" Yaoyao felt like she had heard the name somewhere before, but she could not recall exactly who he was. "I see. Thanks a lot!" She then bounded over to Long Yin. "Royal Brother, you've gotten slow! You didn't catch me just now."

Beitang You stroked his nose, unable to associate this adorable girl with the child she used to be.

At Yaoyao's words, Long Yin glanced at Beitang You and opened his mouth to speak. However, he went silent when he glimpsed Ji'er frozen to the spot out of the corner of his eye.

Yaoyao followed his gaze. When she saw Ji'er, the first thought that came to her was that she needed to teach her a good lesson.

Just now, that young miss had thrown a snowball at her and almost humiliated her!

However, the words were stuck in her throat as she followed Ji'er's gaze in astoundment.

There stood a handsome man with an aura as cold as ice, his lone figure seemingly isolated from the rest of the world…

Yaoyao studied the man's familiar features in astonishment, unable to remember who he was right away. Had she seen him somewhere before?

After staring at him for a long time, a name suddenly came to her mind. She was so startled that she let out a loud cry and pointed at the man excitedly. "Big Bro Lil Qi! You're Big Bro Lil Qi! When did you come back?"

Chu Qi's raven-black lashes quivered, though he did not respond.

He had always been indifferent and detached, and there was hardly anyone or anything in the world that could catch his attention. At this moment, however, his dark eyes reflected the stunning image of the girl in pink, and a ripple was finally set off within his silent and lonely heart.

After five years, the little girl who used to whine for his attention in his arms had grown into a young woman.

He was stunned for quite a while before finally collecting himself.

He looked at Ji'er, who had been standing in place and gazing at him without a word. After a long while, he let out a quiet sigh and started to make his way over to her.

He was dressed in black, though his garments were a little light for the snowy weather, and the light clothing highlighted his lean figure. His features had hardly changed; he looked just like how he was five years ago. Perhaps the only thing that had changed about him was that his eyes had gotten even colder and more aloof.

As Ji'er gazed at the man approaching her, her lip trembled, and her eyes turned red abruptly.

Five years—she had yearned for him for five years, and now he was finally back.

The thought brought a smile to her lips, which contrasted with the redness of her eyes.

As Chu Qi gazed at the girl, who was standing there gracefully with a ghost of a smile on her lips, warmth finally bloomed in his cold, distant eyes. His voice was as frigid as ice, but there was an almost unnoticeable gentleness to it. "Princess Ji'er, long time no see."