Five years of passionate love, only to be abandoned by him at the wedding venue as he rushed off to comfort the childhood sweetheart who had threatened suicide for the ninety-ninth time. Ming Yan finally understood that she could never warm Huo Hanshan’s cold heart.
She resolutely severed her feelings and left for Jiangnan, determined to start over. Unexpectedly, after a night of heavy drinking, she ended up sleeping with the one man in Shanghai’s elite circles she should never provoke—her own brother’s archrival, Fu Xiuchen!
In the morning, Ming Yan tried to tiptoe away from the scene of the crime, only to be grabbed by a large hand that seized her ankle and ruthlessly dragged her back onto the soft bed. The man’s lazy, restrained voice whispered by her ear as his fingertip traced the fresh, ambiguous bite mark on her pale neck: “Little Ming Yan, thinking of running after having your fill? You kissed me like this—aren’t you going to take responsibility?”
***Everyone in Shanghai’s elite circles knows that Fu Xiuchen, the head of the Fu family, is cold, detached, and unattainable. But no one knows that he has always held his rival’s sister close to his heart.
From then on, the god descended from his altar, obsession tainted with madness. He splurged a billion to buy an entire ancient town for her, and when the tipsy girl was trapped in his embrace, he let his robe fall open, revealing his firm, beautiful abs, his voice low and coaxing: “Little Ming Yan, want to touch? It feels really good.”
Ming Yan: …Wasn’t he supposed to be aloof and restrained?
Fu Xiuchen: Restrained? That’s for others. For you, there’s only desire.
#So White Moonlight Literature Became Reality#
#I Think I’ve Slept My Brother’s Archrival into Submission#
#Please Burn the “Chasing Wife to the Crematorium” Trope to Ashes, Thank You#
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