The Feisty Canary

The Canary Can’t Sing, but He Sure Can Scream Insults

Random passerby: Shang Qinghui, what are you so smug about? Still think you’re the eldest young master of the Shang family? You’re nothing but a canary Li’s kept now!

Shang Qinghui: You know I belong to Mr. Li, and you still dare mess with me?! Take this slap—smack, smack, smack!

Old acquaintance: Shang Qinghui! How could you sink this low? Have you forgotten your dream of becoming a pianist?

Shang Qinghui: You know I play piano and have strong fingers, and you still dare mess with me?! Take this slap—smack, smack, smack!

Li Huating could only smile wryly. “The canary in my house is just a little sharp-tongued. When he gets mad, even I get pecked.”

Everyone thought Shang Qinghui had truly been spoiled rotten.

But Shang Qinghui knew perfectly well that every bit of affection came with an expiration date.

Li Huating had made it clear to him from the start: “I can give you anything except my true feelings.”

Shang Qinghui found his own path and left without looking back.

Li Huating, however, was the one who couldn’t let go. He chased him across the ocean. “I have a sincere heart, and I want to give it to you.”

Shang Qinghui: “…Is there really nothing more valuable you could offer?”

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