His little ancestor is sweet yet wild.

Of low birth and utterly unlearned. Reborn, Ning Li looked at her seventeen-year-old self in the mirror and smiled faintly. In this year, her beauty had not yet been destroyed by her stepbrother, her glory had not yet been stolen by her stepsister, and everything that belonged to her had not yet been taken away. To do it all over again—repaying resentment with resentment and vengeance with vengeance—was bound to be extremely interesting. ...... After Ning Li was driven out of the Ye family The entertainment industry's top-tier beauty during her solo stage: "Sister, this stage and I both belong to you." The world-class racing driver: "Who bullied our captain?" The heir to a luxury conglomerate: "Darling, I've picked out some small gifts for you again. Do you want to buy another villa to keep them in?" The old man with so much money it made his head ache: "Come back quickly and inherit the family fortune!" Second Young Master Lu pinched her cheek and coaxed her in a low voice: "Hold on, little ancestor, you should come home with me first." ...... Rumor had it that Second Young Master Lu was exceptionally elegant and aloof, like a flower on a high mountain. Until one day, someone saw a hand-drawn sketch fall from one of his books. On the paper was a youth with short hair covering his eyes, his profile cold and solitary. Overnight, the entire city boiled with excitement! The next day, Second Young Master Lu was cornered. Ning Li, who happened to be passing by, thought of the small shred of affection from her past life and, without a word, stepped up and beat them all up. She patted his shoulder "Don't mention it." Lu Huaiyu looked at the young girl before him, nonchalantly hid the love letter he had just received, and smiled "A life-saving debt should be repaid with one's body." Long after that, Ning Li looked at herself in that sketch and fell into a long silence. "... This is a huge misunderstanding..."