[Sickly, poisonous beauty bottom × corrupted wolfdog top]
Wen Qiheng × Li Xiaochuan
(A sickly beauty tames a wolf, only to be devoured / sworn enemies become master and servant in a forced romance / an identity-swapped battlefield)
He carved a stolen identity into his very bones and raised his sworn enemy into the sharpest of blades.
On the brink of death, he willingly placed the tainted power into the other man’s hands. “Tear me apart, and you’ll be the master of the Wen family.”
Wen Qiheng, frail and sickly, draped in a plain white fox-fur cloak, finally accepted the jade pendant symbolizing his lineage in the ancestral hall.
No one knew what kind of venomous heart lay beneath that blood-spattered shell of a body.
He had taken the place of the true son born to a concubine.
He swallowed up all the immense wealth and suffering that should have belonged to Li Xiaochuan.
For eight years, he schemed against everyone in the Wen family.
Just as he was about to obtain the power he wanted, he learned he had little time left to live.
Eight years later, the wolf cub, tempered in venom, returned wearing the guise of a stable hand.
Wen Qiheng lowered his eyes to the youth kneeling before him with tea.
Knowing full well that his name was etched into those bloodstained palms, he still taught him to fill page after page with bitter words.
When the vicious dog he had raised himself tore open his clothes in the hot spring,
Wen Qiheng smiled. “I spent my life stealing names and fortune, but your hatred is the one thing I never had to steal.”
When the blue bricks are soaked in the blood of loved ones,
when a poisoned blade is pressed to the throat,
when a dying body lays a world-shaking game
who is really taming the beast, and who is the prey trapped in a gilded cage?
