His Doting Love

[Older man/romance with a powerful figure] After the college entrance exam, Sun Chengying clutched her acceptance letter from a top university and looked at her aunt in the hospital bed. In the end, she still dialed the number of the matchmaker. She knew that if she wanted a monthly allowance of fifty thousand yuan, she'd have to keep company with a married tycoon from Shanghai. When she first met Zhao Jue, the man was leaning back on the sofa, the scent of smoke mingling with an air of wealth. “Fifty thousand a month. Just keep me happy. The rest isn't your concern.” Sun Chengying signed without hesitation. That arrangement lasted two or three years. They often stayed in a hotel's top-floor suite. Zhao Jue remembered that she didn't eat cilantro, stood up for her when people gave her a hard time, and gradually began looking at her with an irrepressible possessiveness instead of indifference. But their peaceful life was finally disrupted. Mrs. Zhao learned of her existence and sent people to smash up the suite. Broken glass scattered across the floor, and she threatened to make sure Sun Chengying couldn't stay in Shanghai. At school, Zhang Rui, a kind and gentle senior, saw how difficult things were for her and often helped her out. Zhao Jue's men cornered him in an alley, their eyes cold as ice. “Stay away from Mr. Zhao's woman.” That day, Zhao Jue took her hand and, for the first time, swallowed his pride. “A Ying, after all this time, don't you feel anything for me?” Sun Chengying turned her face away, her voice trembling. “You have a wife, and I don't even have a place to stay anymore. I'm already a laughingstock in Shanghai...” Before Sun Chengying could finish, he pulled her into a tight embrace. His voice carried a promise: “Whoever makes you suffer, I'll make them pay twice over! As for my wife...” His tone was utterly serious. “I'll give you a place by my side openly and honorably.”