After the Breakup, I Fell into a Psycho Tycoon's Trap

[Ruthless possession] [Both male leads are obsessive and twisted] [Angst] [All three are sexually inexperienced]

“Why are you so deluded? Do you really think you can get away?”

[Cool, aloof ballerina vs. obsessive Beijing elite]

The first time they met, she was a white swan onstage, and he was a hunter lurking in the shadows.

The next time they met, she was a caged bird, and he was the man holding the knife.

Scene One:

Fu Ce pinned her against the cold bathroom wall as water streamed over the red marks on her body.

“You're filthy.” His eyes blazed with violent possessiveness. “Wash yourself clean. If I ever smell another man on you again, I'll chop off his hands.”

Scene Two:

“Mr. Fu, it's been a year. Can I leave now?”

Fu Ce tore the agreement to shreds at his leisure, smiling with cruel tenderness. “Leave? Qin Qin, unless I die, you'll rot in my arms for the rest of your life.”

Scene Three:

Later, City A was turned upside down.

Dr. Song, the aloof beauty who once wouldn't have stepped on an ant, made the most deranged declaration in the calmest voice:

“Fu Ce, give her back to me.”

Qin Qin never imagined a demon like him would take an interest in her.

He plotted meticulously, leaving her with nowhere to turn. Cold and ruthless, he forced her into a corner. He was an impenetrable net, controlling every part of her world until she could hardly breathe.

She ran, he caught her. She fought back, he crushed her resistance.

Just when Qin Qin thought she could finally escape with the secret growing inside her, he locked her down at his side for good.

The man's eyes were bloodshot as he gripped her chin, his voice hoarse. “Qin Qin, in this life, you're mine in life and my ghost in death. You want to run off with my child? Only if I...”