Chase Through the Dark

Everyone in high society knew that Jiang Chenfeng, head of the Jiang family, was a man surrounded by taboos. The only person to receive his rare patience was Lu Yaohua, the Shen family's stepdaughter.

But Lu Yaohua was “ungrateful.” She used him to stabilize the Shen family, helped her stepfather's biological son, Shen Yuntao, take power, then tore up their marriage contract and walked away.

When they met again, he was engaged to someone else, yet he pursued her day and night.

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Their eyes met, and Lu Yaohua understood everything in his gaze.

Whatever his reasons, Jiang Chenfeng's intentions were obvious: he wanted her to stay by his side, even if it meant she would be branded a homewrecker, mistress, and marriage destroyer.

The realization drenched her like a bucket of ice water, jolting her out of that fleeting tenderness.

“Jiang Chenfeng, how dare you?” Her voice trembled with disbelief. “You bully me because I’m an orphan with no parents to stand up for me... You think I’m not good enough for the Jiang family... But this is going too far...”

Watching tears stream down her face, Jiang Chenfeng felt as if something inside him were being torn apart.

She ran, and he chased...

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At the racetrack in the pouring rain, he crushed the rose between her lips. His cufflink scraped her collarbone. “This flower should have been branded over your heart years ago.”

In the steamy hot spring, where the haze stirred up memories of old battles, Lu Yaohua grabbed the Buddhist beads around his wrist. “Uncle, you should go to a temple and lay your obsession to rest.”

She smiled, the corners of her eyes red, but he gripped her waist and pinned her against the bluestone. The Buddhist beads wound around her ankle.