"You've already achieved your goal. Is it really so hard to let me touch you?!"
On their wedding night, Luo Fengye, the eldest son of the Yan Group, cornered his new bride in the bathroom.
In the dim room, the atmosphere was charged with intimacy. Wan Zhiqiu wore a satin slip nightgown, her slender body leaning against the wall.
Her heart pounded like a startled deer, and it seemed she could hear every beat.
Her restless gaze was as turbulent as a lake in a storm.
Though her hatred had sunk deep into her bones, she still couldn't help herself when faced with Luo Fengye's stern face, so close to hers.
When she was sixteen, her parents died in a car accident because of the Yan Group's CEO, and Wan Zhiqiu's life plunged from heaven into hell overnight.
After graduating from college, Xiao Qiu joined the Yan Group, where she happened to meet Luo Fengye, who had been forced to return to China to inherit the family business.
Ever since he was young, Luo Fengye had heard that his father led a promiscuous private life and probably had many illegitimate children. Then he learned that Wan Zhiqiu existed.
"Who exactly is she?!"
"If that's the case, then this is a pit of fire you're choosing to jump into yourself."
How could Luo Fengye possibly let this girl, so determined to join the Yan Group, have an easy time of it?
