Chapter 1

Trapping Him in a Gentleman's Snare [Rebirth] by Gong Qinghan / Qing Yi [Complete]

Blurb

After being reborn, Xin Chun came to understand that life should not be filled with too many entanglements. Happiness was what mattered most.

And his happiness was simple.

The Owen Xin Chun knew appeared to be a gentleman, but in truth, he was a hunter most skilled at laying traps. Once he set his sights on prey, he would claim it by any means necessary and devour it whole.

In his previous life, the two had met for the first time.

Owen had asked indifferently, "How old are you?"

Xin Chun had ignored him.

Later, when the hunter tricked and confined his prey, after the wolf ate the rabbit...

Only then did he learn that the hidden meaning behind "How old are you?" was—if he had reached the legal age, then he could be pursued.

The man had fallen in love with him at first sight.

After being reborn, Xin Chun said: The most sophisticated hunters often appear in the form of prey.

Owen: Are you a rabbit? Why did you jump so far away?

Xin Chun: I'm afraid you'll eat me.

Later, Owen learned that the little white rabbit he thought he knew was actually a black-skinned rabbit. Like the craftiest prey, he knowingly jumped into a pit, wagging his tail as he waited at the bottom for him, weaving himself another nest inside the trap.

Xin Chun: I fell into your trap, and you were hidden away in my nest too.

[Black rabbit beneath white fur, bottom × British gentleman mixed-race top]

Content Tags:

Mutual Devotion

Rebirth

Sweet Romance

Modern Alternate Setting

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One-Sentence Summary: White-furred, black-hearted bottom & British gentleman top

Theme: Make up for regrets and become the best version of yourself

Chapter 1

"Jingu Town lies right beside the forest. Whether it's sunny or raining, the scenery is beautiful."

"Mr. Williams, the weather is quite clear today. If you would like to take a look around the forest, shall I lead the way?" the guide asked enthusiastically.

"No need to trouble yourself. I'll just wander around on my own," a deep, magnetic voice replied.

The guide said, "All right, but the signal in the forest isn't very good. Here's a walkie-talkie. Please take it."

As the figure gradually departed, the guide could not help sighing. Mr. Owen Williams, who had come all the way from Country Y, truly possessed an aristocratic air. He was handsome, with sharply defined features.

Perhaps because he was mixed-race, Mr. Williams had black hair but also a pair of dark green eyes, a rare sight.

He was even more handsome than a movie star, and his manners were exceptionally gentlemanly.

"Miss Ivy, I'll take you to look at the seeds first," the guide said, coming back to his senses.

Jingu Town was a relatively remote southern town, bordered by an endless stretch of forest. From afar, it was all rolling shades of emerald green, light and dark, arranged with an exquisitely delicate yet profound harmony.

The trees stood tall, their trunks thick, their green canopy like a cover overhead.

On sunny days, sunlight squeezed through the gaps between branches and leaves, scattering specks of light below.

When it rained, mist seemed to hang in the air. The entire forest and town were blanketed in rain, giving them an aloof and mysterious texture.

Owen slowly ventured deeper into the forest along a narrow path.

By the time the path disappeared among the trees, the forest had grown denser. There was a clamorous stillness here: birds chirped, insects sang, and leaves rustled as they swayed and rubbed together...

Other than that, there was no movement at all.

After walking for a while longer, his steps gradually slowed before finally stopping. His gaze was involuntarily drawn to one spot.

A dark green hammock was tied between two trees ahead.

A young man lay on it, dressed in a shirt and long pants, barefoot, his pale insteps exposed. He slept soundly with his eyes closed, one hand resting on his abdomen and the other dangling from the hammock.

A basket sat beneath that hand, filled with freshly picked mushrooms.

Sunlight filtered through gaps in the leaves and fell over the young man like a soft golden outline. Fine motes seemed to drift in the air, and even the birdsong and insect cries by his ears appeared more pleasant.

Perhaps because Owen had watched for too long, the young man's eyelashes fluttered, and he slowly opened his eyes.

"Who are you?"

Once the confusion faded, the young man quickly sat up and looked at Owen with a hint of wariness, though his voice was soft.

His black hair was fluffy, curling slightly at the ends. His face was fair and clean, and his temperament harmless and clear. At that moment, he resembled a soft, innocent little white rabbit in the woods, ears perked and eyes alert.

Owen's dark green eyes flickered as he said, "My name is Owen Williams. I'm from Country Y, mixed-race. My mother is from Hua Country."

"Don't be afraid. I'm only... a traveler taking a stroll through the forest."

The young man seemed to believe him, and the caution and vigilance in his eyes gradually faded.

"What about you? Why are you here alone?" Owen asked, glancing at the hammock behind him.

"My home is nearby. I tied this hammock myself, and I usually use it to rest," Xin Chun said with a blink and a smile.

Barefoot, he stepped directly onto the soft, damp grass. He had kicked his shoes into the bushes before lying down in the hammock, and they were not far ahead.

Xin Chun walked forward to put on his shoes, but before he could reach them, he tripped. His entire body helplessly fell toward Owen.

Before the young man could cry out, Owen caught him in time. One hand wrapped around his waist, while the other happened to encircle his wrist. It was so slender that it fit entirely within his palm, the pulse beating beneath his fingertips.

"How old are you?"

The unusually deep, somewhat indifferent voice came from above him. Xin Chun looked up and said, "Sixteen, Uncle."

The man seemed to widen his eyes slightly at those words. He immediately released Xin Chun, lowered his hands, and took two steps back. "You..."