Gentle, resilient, down-on-her-luck heiress x possessive, all-powerful financier
Marriage first, love later | Long-planned scheme | Seven-year age gap | Over-the-top devotion
Meng Qingyi, the second daughter of the Meng family in Nancheng, was born with porcelain skin and exquisite beauty. Gentle and charming, she was treasured by her parents and older brother and grew up utterly spoiled.
When she was eighteen, a sudden disaster claimed her parents’ lives, her brother disappeared, and the vast Meng Group teetered on the brink of collapse.
Her family used her as a bargaining chip in a marriage alliance, but through a twist of fate, she ended up in Bo Qiyuan’s bed.
Everyone in their circle knew Bo Qiyuan, the current head of the Bo family, one of the capital’s most powerful elite households. He wielded immense power and was ruthless in his methods, with a reputation for being cold, unfeeling, and uninterested in women.
Though he was untouchable and impossible to approach, he was the marriage match the heiresses of Jingbei dreamed of landing.
Everyone thought the Meng family of Nancheng was doomed for using such underhanded tactics to offend Mr. Bo.
But not long after, news spread that the two were to marry, an announcement made by the gravely ill Old Master Bo himself.
The news shocked everyone in their circle, who could hardly believe it.
Their statuses were worlds apart, and the Meng family’s dirty scheming stood between them. Everyone thought the heiress, raised in a life of luxury, would meet a miserable end.
For a while, many waited eagerly to see the Meng family of Nancheng become a laughingstock. Some even hoped she would be cast aside so they could have their way with her.
Then, in the pouring rain one night in the capital, paparazzi caught the second Miss Meng sitting on the lap of the famously composed and self-controlled “living King of Hell” of the financial world, his arm around her waist as he kissed her forcefully.
After the kiss, the man lingered at the corner of her lips, coaxing her softly, his eyes so tender they seemed to brim with affection.
“Yiyi, be good. How about not talking about divorce?”
Everyone was stunned: When did you two even get married?
