Obsessive Love | Female-Oriented | Marriage Alliance | Marriage Before Love | Adversaries-to-Lovers | Pure Romance
Proud, radiant, flirtatious heiress × older, sulky, possessive loyalist
Song Lanqin didn’t know what had gotten into her. The man she’d married in an alliance, who used to dote on her, obey her every word, and smile warmly, had suddenly come down with an “illness.”
The one thing she hated most in a man: possessiveness.
Before
When Sheng Chuyu caught her having a late-night heart-to-heart with her ex, he didn’t make a scene. He only worried about whether she was cold.
When she played a game with a male attendant at the club, their physical contact so intimate, Sheng Chuyu acted as if he hadn’t seen a thing and preserved her dignity in front of everyone.
When he confessed to her, he said, “I only wish the wind would linger a little longer where I am,” accepting her flirtatious ways without complaint.
Now
Even if Song Lanqin came home a little late, he interrogated her.
He buttered up her mother like a scheming flirt, then forced her to let him check her phone.
He even planted a listening device and a tracker in her bag.
He had people follow her. He even had informants in her company.
Sheng Chuyu was a complete pervert.
Sheng Chuyu:
I used to think that if I kept this possessiveness buried deep, I could keep my place in her life forever. But I was wrong. I can’t hide it.
I’m consumed with jealousy over the men who attract her. They resort to every despicable trick to get my wife’s attention.
Every time it happens, I want to tie her to my side, so that every second, every frown and smile, takes place only in my sight.
It doesn’t matter if she hates me. Hate is still something that lasts a lifetime.
I swore long ago to give her everything she wanted, as long as she didn’t leave me.
“Sheng Chuyu, you disgust me.”
“That’s fine. At least you still feel something for me.”
