A spoiled, capricious young lady who's sweet on the outside and dark within × a “celibate,” scheming, unhinged kingpin
【Forceful pursuit, love after marriage, long-laid plans, the powerful one bows his head, seven-year age gap, devoted couple and sweet romance】
Li Yanxi spent ten years struggling in the slums before becoming the youngest daughter of one of the three biggest gang leaders in the capital.
After another decade of being indulged, her father was framed and fell into a coma, and her brother planned to sell her. With nowhere else to turn, Li Yanxi walked straight into Wen Xiuheng's trap and became his caged songbird.
At first, she was terrified, afraid Wen Xiuheng would abuse her.
But once Wen Xiuheng indulged and pampered her without limits, she quickly showed her true colors. Then she discovered that he seemed to have an unspeakable first love.
Li Yanxi made a scene at every opportunity, acting spoiled and willful as she kept testing Wen Xiuheng's limits, hoping he would grow sick of her so she could leave.
At the same time, she discovered that there might be more to the trouble that had befallen the Li family.
Wen Xiuheng had fought his way up as an assassin. At sixteen, he was recognized by the Wen family of the capital. Fierce, violent, and brooding, he nevertheless kept a spoiled little princess by his side. No matter how much Li Yanxi acted up, Wen Xiuheng indulged her.
But when she plotted to escape, Wen Xiuheng pinned her against the floor-to-ceiling window.
“You haven't been good today. You need to be punished.”
With her back against the glass, Li Yanxi bit Wen Xiuheng's arm, ripped off the hearing aid from his ear, and hurled it to the floor. “Wen Xiuheng, you big jerk!”
Wen Xiuheng tightened his arms around her waist. “What was that, sweetheart? I can't hear you.”
With tears in her eyes, Li Yanxi pounded on him and cursed him out, but soon she couldn't get a single word out.
Stroking Li Yanxi's damp hair, Wen Xiuheng's gaze was dark and intense. “Sweetheart, don't even think about leaving.”
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