[A refined, aloof chamber of commerce chairman × a sweet-and-sassy, bitey kitten]
[A powerful daddy-type’s possessive love, eight-year age gap, both virgins]
The day Fu Shangyan first met Lu Erning, the young woman had been invited to sing. Her glassy eyes rested on him like a pool of clear spring water.
Someone splashed cold water on her. She turned her face and hissed, “That’s cold.”
When she looked up, her eyes were red-rimmed and shimmering with tears, which she just barely held back.
A striking beauty, yet she looked like a frightened little white rabbit.
That extreme contrast intrigued the man, who was usually so cold and indifferent.
Later, someone handed him a photograph. He raised an eyebrow slightly. “Bring her to me.”
Rumor had it that the chairman of Yancheng’s Chamber of Commerce kept a little songbird. She was sweet, obedient, and compliant, and Fu Shangyan was happy to pamper her.
Until one day, a friend teased him. “She’s a bird, after all. Sooner or later, she’ll fly away.”
His gaze darkened, his eyes heavy with emotion. “If she wants to fly, then break her wings.”
Lu Erning spent two years making her way, step by step, to Fu Shangyan’s side.
He was a god high above the world.
She was a little flower growing in a swamp.
No one but him could free her from her predicament.
The day Lu Erning learned Fu Shangyan was engaged, her long eyes glimmered without a trace of emotion. “Mr. Fu, I have nothing but ulterior motives toward you. There’s no love involved.”
Yet a slender wrist was caught in his grip. She saw the crimson in his eyes as his thin lips parted. “Lu Erning, dare to say that again?”
