Sou Herdeiro de um Chaebol na Península
"Uma pessoa não pode entrar duas vezes no mesmo rio. Quando você caminha contra a corrente do tempo, será que ainda abraça o eu de antes?" Lin Xingcan (Xia Xing) precisa enfrentar não apenas a disputa pelo direito de herança em uma família poderosa, cheia de armadilhas e ataques inesperados, mas também os rumores com a estrela principal de um grupo feminino, o envolvimento com seu amor platônico, as marcas de batom da sua paixão secreta e a luz radiante do seu pequeno sol. Desta vez, ele quer tanto a fortuna quanto o amor. [Nota: Ambientação parcialmente fictícia, sem relação com o mundo real.] [Principais personagens: Xue Yun, Shen Youna, Ming Jingnan, Liu Zhimin] [O nome anterior do protagonista era Xia Xing, agora é Lin Xingcan.]
Sou Herdeiro de um Chaebol na Península
“Same as usual today? For an extra six hundred won, you can get a bottle of Peninsula juice.”
After taking the heated tomato rice ball out of the microwave and letting it cool for a few seconds, Xia Xing pushed it to the other side of the counter.
The girl’s hand that picked up the rice ball was fair and slender, her Kuromi-themed manicure matching perfectly with the black and purple varsity jacket she wore.
“Juice? Hmm... too many calories. You know what my job is, right? That sort of thing isn’t suitable for me.”
She hesitated for a moment, then waved her hand—perhaps to show off her manicure—paid, and didn’t hurry to leave.
Xia Xing had been working at this 7-Eleven for half a year now. Because his college classes kept him busy during the day, he always chose the night shift.
By coincidence, the girl across from him was a student at Hanlim Arts High School next door. After school, before heading home, she often stopped by to grab a low-calorie tomato rice ball to fill up.
Over time, they’d become familiar enough to chat now and then—the sort of acquaintance where you’d ask, “How was your day?”
But to tie her to the word “profession”... that was difficult for Xia Xing.
Could she be a model? At seventeen or eighteen, if there’s a job that demands you manage your body, modeling—a career based on image—would be the most reasonable answer.
She was easily over one seventy in height, with excellent proportions, a true seven-head figure, and given her school...
“Are you a print model?” he ventured.
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