A Lowly Crush, Stolen Away by My Mad Uncle

The powerful begs for love, while the one who was forced into submission takes the upper hand

[Coercive possession + wall-to-wall obsession + size difference + deranged brute]

[Mercenary boss/arms dealer/Italian nobleman VS student/jewelry designer]

A ruthless, sinister kingpin VS a sweet, mischievous little kitten

Lin Jiashu clawed his way up from the lowest depths. Defiant to the core, he was cold and unfeeling.

The morning he first met Shen Yang in Russia, the streets were blanketed in dazzling white snow. It showed no sign of stopping, falling steadily from the sky.

The man leaned against a street corner. Blood seeped from his wound, staining the snow in a wide patch of red. An icy aura around him warned everyone to stay away.

He thought he would probably die that winter.

At first, he treated her as a pawn, to be discarded once his plan succeeded.

Later, he * her again and again, never able to get enough.

After that, he became obsessed, craving her like his life depended on it.

Even a rabbit will bite when cornered. The woman ran away, and he went mad, searching the whole world for her.

He thought that once he found her, he'd break her legs and lock her up, so she wouldn't dare run away again.

But when he saw her turn a knife on herself, he panicked.

He couldn't let her go or forget her. He had suffered and hated,

but he loved her, and wished he could tear out his heart and cut it into pieces for her to see,

but she wanted his life. So he would give it to her.

Lin Jiashu had only one wish in life. He said he wanted to die in Florence.

They had once spent a summer in Florence.

The church bells rang out. That year, they belonged only to each other.

It was a long time before Shen Yang realized that many people had dragged her into the mud in the name of love. Lin Jiashu was the only one who loved her and wanted to keep her safe.