Chapter 1

"Turning the Tables in a Gentleman's Trap [Rebirth]" by Gong Qinghan/Qing Yi [Complete]

Synopsis

After being reborn, Xin Chun understood: there was no point agonizing over everything in life. Happiness mattered most.

And his happiness was simple.

The Owen Xin Chun knew was a gentleman on the surface, but in truth, he was a hunter who excelled at laying traps. Once he set his sights on his prey, he would claim it by any means necessary, devouring it whole.

In their previous life, when they first met...

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

Xin Chun ignored him.

Later, after the hunter had tricked his prey, confined his prey, and the wolf had eaten the rabbit...

Only then did he realize what "How old are you?" really meant-if he was of legal age, Owen could pursue him.

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

After his rebirth, Xin Chun: The finest hunters often appear in the guise 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 finally discovered that his supposed little white rabbit was actually a black rabbit, the craftiest sort of prey. He knowingly jumped into the pit ahead, wagging his tail as he waited at the bottom, weaving his own nest inside the trap.

Xin Chun: I fell into your trap, but I tucked you away in my nest, too.

[A black rabbit bottom in a white disguise × a mixed-race British gentleman top]

Content tags:

Devoted love

Rebirth

Sweet romance

Alternate modern setting

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One-line synopsis: A white-on-the-outside, black-on-the-inside bottom & a British gentleman top

Theme: Make up for past regrets and become your best self

Chapter 1

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

"Mr. Williams, the weather is fairly clear today. If you'd like to take a look around the forest, shall I show you the way?" the guide offered enthusiastically.

"No need to trouble yourself. I'll just wander around on my own." A deep, resonant voice sounded.

"All right, but reception isn't very good in the forest. Here, take this walkie-talkie," the guide said.

As the figure gradually walked away, the guide couldn't help marveling at Mr. Owen Williams, who had traveled all the way from Y Country. He had such an aristocratic air, with handsome, sharply defined features.

Perhaps because of his mixed heritage, Mr. Williams had black hair but dark green eyes, a rare combination.

He was even better-looking than a movie star, and his speech and manners were those of a true gentleman.

"Miss Ivy, let me take you all to see the seeds first," the guide said, coming back to his senses.

Jingu Town was a rather remote little town in the south, bordered by an unbroken stretch of forest. From a distance, all one could see were rising and falling shades of emerald green, an exquisitely nuanced yet profound blend.

The trees towered overhead, their trunks thick and their foliage forming a canopy.

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

When it rained, a misty haze seemed to rise here. Rain enveloped the entire forest and town, lending them an air of seclusion and mystery.

Owen slowly followed a narrow path deeper into the forest.

By the time the path disappeared among the trees, the woods had grown denser. There was a clamorous sort of stillness here: birdsong, the chirping of insects, leaves swaying and rustling against one another...

Apart from that, there was no other sound.

After walking a little farther, his steps involuntarily slowed until he stopped, his gaze drawn irresistibly to one spot.

A dark green hammock was tied between two trees ahead.

A boy lay asleep in it, wearing a shirt and trousers but no shoes, leaving the pale, tender tops of his feet exposed. His eyes were closed in deep slumber, one hand resting on his abdomen and the other dangling over the side of the hammock.

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

Sunlight filtered through the leaves onto the boy, as though edging him in a soft golden glow. Tiny motes of dust seemed to float in the air, and even the birdsong and chirping insects sounded sweeter.

Perhaps Owen had stared for too long. The boy's lashes fluttered, and he slowly opened his eyes.

"Who are you?"

Once his confusion cleared, the boy quickly sat up and looked at Owen with slightly guarded eyes, though his voice was soft.

His hair was fluffy and jet-black, curling slightly at the ends. His face was fair, his air innocent and guileless. At that moment, he resembled a soft little white rabbit in the woods, ears pricked and eyes watchful.

Owen's dark green eyes flickered despite himself. "My name is Owen Williams. I'm from Y Country, and I'm of mixed heritage. My mother is from Hua Country."

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

The boy seemed to believe him, and the wariness 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 put up this hammock myself. I usually use it to rest." Xin Chun blinked and smiled as he spoke.

Barefoot, he stood directly on the soft, damp grass. Before climbing into the hammock, he had kicked his shoes into the grass a short distance ahead.

Xin Chun took a few steps forward to put on his shoes, but before he could reach them, he tripped, his whole body pitching helplessly toward Owen.

Before the boy could cry out, however, Owen caught him in time, one arm around his waist and his other hand closing neatly around the boy's wrist. It was so slender that his palm enclosed it completely, the pulse beating beneath his fingertips.

"How old are you?"

The unusually deep, slightly indifferent voice came from above his head. Xin Chun looked up and said, "Sixteen, uncle."

The man's eyes seemed to widen a little at those words. Then he released Xin Chun, lowered his hands, and took two steps back. "You..."