She is his canary and his fatal antidote. When desire tears open the mask of hypocrisy, love and hatred bloom into the flowers of evil in the blood.
Lin Qian thought that signing the agreement would save her father's life, but she didn't expect that she would become a prisoner in Shen Yanting's cage. This man who controlled the entire Jiangcheng underground world used his hot palms to measure every inch of her skin every night, but in the morning he pressed the cold muzzle of his gun against her temple: "Remember, you are just a tool for me to vent."
However, when Lin Qian discovered that her mother's death was related to Shen Yanting, when she found the bloody wedding dress in the secret room of his study, and when those lingering whispers late at night turned into dangerous riddles - she was shocked to realize that she had already fallen into this death trap woven with lust.
"Want to escape?" Shen Yanting grabbed her neck and pressed her against the floor-to-ceiling window. Downstairs was the abyss of the 30th floor. "Do you think I really don't know that you are secretly looking through my files every night?" He pulled off her nightgown and left tooth marks on her trembling skin. "From the moment you put on the first lingerie I bought, every breath you take belongs to me."
On a rainy night, Lin Qian stood in front of Shen Yanting's bed holding a blood-stained scalpel. This man who had been making waves in the shopping mall was curled up in her arms like a child, murmuring "Don't leave me." The recorder hidden under his pillow was recording her trembling heartbeat - that was the action signal she had agreed with the police.
When the truth tore through the disguise and gunshots penetrated the night, Lin Qian finally understood: there is no winner in this forbidden game.
