[Angsty Romance] [Narcotics Police] [Crime] [Suspense]
On the seventh day after my younger sister died, I stumbled upon a drug lord's deal in an abandoned warehouse. The man who pressed a gun to my temple later locked me in his villa for three months.
Shen Yan was the feared Lord Xiao of the Southwest underworld. Yet the room where he kept me had an entire wall of floor-to-ceiling windows. Every morning, he had someone bring me begonias and say, "You're like a flower bud with thorns. Pretty, but you prick me."
I thought he was just amusing himself, until I found the anti-narcotics bureau credentials hidden in a compartment in his wardrobe. Could this drug lord actually be a police informant?
Then, one day, at a deal, he slapped me in front of everyone. "Su Tang, you're nothing but my bedmate." I clutched the shredded evidence and sneered. But three days later, when Uncle Wolf's poisonous ants had me trapped, I saw Shen Yan break through an iron gate, eyes bloodshot.
"Run." He shoved me toward the exit. As a bullet pierced his chest, his bloodstained ID fell at my feet. The alias on the photo, "Yan Tai," was his undercover codename.
Those three months of captivity had been his covert move to protect me, even at the cost of his life.
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