After marrying Qichen Yan, Huajing's most revered god, at first sight, I discovered a shocking secret:
He had two sides.
To everyone else:
Cool and chaste, an untouchable beauty on a high peak.
One look from him could silence a room, and one sentence could make business tycoons bow their heads.
All of Huajing had heard the rumors: the Qis' living King of Hell had a heart colder than ice and blood colder than steel.
With me:
A clingy, affectionate “puppy,” who wished he could be attached to me twenty-four hours a day.
He could make thirty-eight calls during a three-day business trip, and wouldn't go to sleep until he saw me on video.
At bedtime, he had to hold me and hear me call him “hubby” before he was satisfied.
Don't get the wrong idea. He doesn't have a split personality.
He just loves me so much that he can't even be bothered to keep up his aloof image.
He gives the world all his coldness,
but saves his only tenderness and obsession for me alone.
“Mr. Qi, everyone says you're the living King of Hell.”
He held me even tighter. “Are you afraid?”
“Not at all.”
“Good, because the King of Hell only escorts the dead...” He lowered his head and nuzzled me. “But I only escort you.”
The rumors in Beijing's elite circles: Qichen Yan is focused on nothing but his work and has no interest in women.
The truth: Qichen Yan's heart was already filled to the brim with one person.
From a marriage at first sight to falling head over heels,
from an untouchable beauty on a high peak to a clingy puppy,
every time this man loses control, it's all for me.
