The False Cocoon

“Mr. Fu, I agree to the marriage alliance, but I want that place by your side.”

>At 23, Shen Weixi clutched the evidence of her stepmother's affair and smiled at 43-year-old Fu Yuhuai like a fox.

>The Fu family patriarch was known throughout Beijing's elite circles for being unable to hold a teacup steady when his asthma flared. But no one knew that on their wedding night, he would grip her chin and sneer, “Mrs. Fu, the way you hand me a knife is just like my first love, who died.”

>She helped him pull the fangs from his adopted son's mouth, and he taught her how to dismantle the deadly schemes of household infighting.

>Until the white lotus knelt on shards of glass and wailed, “Yuhuai, the twins she gave birth to aren't yours!”

>Fu Yuhuai chuckled, coughing up blood. “Funny, I've been sterilized for ten years.”

>*

>Later, when the old mansion caught fire, he rushed into the flames to shield her belly. “Twenty years ago, I couldn't protect her mother. This time, I'll give you my heart.”

>The security footage suddenly turned to static

>Her stepsister grinned viciously, holding a can of gasoline. “Congratulations, little sister. You've finally got your enemy's heart under your thumb.”