Chapter 117 Hu Qianqian had no idea that the boy next door she used to guide hand-in-hand through childhood was now scheming how to make her his wife. In just one morning, she had fallen completely under the spell of the mysterious Langshan. Langshan was breathtakingly beautiful, especially in the early hours when the mountain was shrouded in mist, like a scene straight out of a fairy tale. This time of year, there was plenty to do on the mountain—joining the locals to dig for bamboo shoots, wild…