[Clear-headed little fox bottom with a touch of madness × ruthless, obsessive, possessive top]
People around Lu Wen had told him more than once that Rong Xiao was unfathomably calculating, and that someone like him was not easy to befriend. But Lu Wen was never one to take advice lightly. That was, until Rong Xiao placed a contract in front of him: a marriage of convenience.
The man explained, “Everyone in the Rong family is wary of me. They’ll only stop suspecting me if I marry someone of the same sex.”
A fresh graduate, still an innocent and naive college student, Lu Wen believed him. The very next day, he went with the man to register their marriage. After the wedding, though, he began to feel that something was off.
Aside from putting on a show when they were out, the man was always trying to get close to him at home. One day, Lu Wen couldn’t help asking, “When are we getting divorced?”
To his surprise, the man’s eyes darkened. He dropped the pretense, pinned Lu Wen against the wall, and kissed him fiercely. “Baby, we’re not getting divorced. You’re mine.”
Lu Wen fled in fright, but was caught and brought back. That night, the room was dim and hazy, and the obsession and possessiveness in the man’s eyes were almost spilling over.
The upper crust of Hong Kong knew the truth: Rong Xiao, the illegitimate son of the prominent Rong family, was a mad wolf lurking in the darkness, obsessive, ruthless, and sinister. Yet this was the very man who struck terror into the hearts of outsiders, the man whose name alone made people tremble. He gave all his tenderness and love to one person, his springtime.
The spring named after you came into my life, melting my icy heart. In a smile as warm as sunlight, the love that had slept through the long winter was awakened.
