“Zhou Ning, if you want money, trade your body for it.”
The once proud and willful young master of a wealthy family had now fallen, reduced to nothing more than a canary—a mere plaything at the mercy of capital.
Tears filled his eyes as he was trapped in the embrace of a tall man in a sharp suit, his slender, snow-white neck covered in red marks.
“Ning Ning, if you ever try to escape me again, I’ll break your legs, implant a tracker in you, and carve my mark onto your body… You will never escape the palm of my hand.”
Ming Sihan kissed Zhou Ning’s forehead, his voice gentle, almost like the most intimate whisper between lovers.
Zhou Ning’s face was sickly pale, his fragile body trembling under the man. His beautiful eyes were filled with pain and despair. “A-Han… please… let me go…”
Six years ago, Zhou Ning was a spoiled young master from a prestigious family—proud, reckless, and indulgent.
On a whim, he was drawn to the handsome but impoverished Ming Sihan and pursued him with an intense, almost obsessive passion.
Ming Sihan, raised in a single-parent household, lived in poverty, burdened with debts. Yet when it came to love, he was unwaveringly serious.
They officially dated for two years, enduring their fair share of ups and downs. Their love deepened, and they made promises of eternity, vowing never to part.
But in the end, Zhou Ning—bored and craving novelty—grew tired of their relationship and discarded Ming Sihan like a broken toy.
He called Ming Sihan to meet him in the small grove behind their school and coldly ended it.
“I was just playing with you! I’ve already found someone else! Did you really think you important?”
“You have no money—how can you even talk about love? Do you really think you’re worthy of being with me?”
“Let’s break up. Just looking at you annoys me.”
Ming Sihan’s eyes turned red. Swallowing his pride, he pleaded in a broken voice, “Ning Ning, please don’t break up with me. Don’t leave me. I’ll give you anything you want, don’t break up… “
But Zhou Ning scoffed and walked away. Soon after, he transferred to another province.
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Clutching a medical diagnosis confirming his heart disease, he recalled the doctor’s words—at most, he had ten years to live.
That night, Zhou Ning cried until his tears ran dry.
Six years later, they met again in a nightclub.
Ming Sihan had gone from a penniless nobody to the powerful and wealthy CEO of the Ming Group—handsome, rich, and dangerously unpredictable.
Zhou Ning, on the other hand, had fallen from grace. His family was bankrupt, drowning in debt, and he had become nothing more than a lowly KTV club waiter. The once proud young master had been reduced to a man without dignity.
When Ming Sihan saw him again, he pulled Zhou Ning into his arms, claiming him without mercy. Zhou Ning became his personal plaything, bought and kept in his home.
“Zhou Ning, it’s been six years. How did you become this cheap?”
Forced to stay by Ming Sihan’s side, Zhou Ning endured the torment and humiliation of the man he once loved. Day by day, his once-proud figure withered, his pale cheeks growing thinner, his life force slipping away under the relentless grip of his illness…
