Older, insecure, controlling man × cool-headed, manipulative siren
[Two powerful, unhinged leads | Marriage first, love later | Intense push and pull, high-octane groveling]
Later, the entire city witnessed Jiang Yubai’s fall from grace.
The ruthless business magnate who had built his empire from nothing sped through the night to stop his new wife. Before the glaring cameras, he dropped to one knee and tremblingly helped her put back on the high heels she had kicked off.
His eyes churned with the repressed, panicked possessiveness peculiar to a thirty-three-year-old man. His voice was so hoarse he could barely get the words out:
“Shen Yan… come home with me.”
She leaned down slightly, her fingertips seeming to brush his bobbing Adam’s apple. Her honeyed breath concealed a blade:
“Mr. Jiang,” she said softly, like a sigh, but every word struck home. “Are you… begging me?”
Looking back, it had all begun as a cold transaction.
He needed a wife to polish his hard-won image of high society. She needed a marriage to escape the mire of her birth family.
He thought he had everything under control, and had married a quiet, docile trophy wife.
She was happy to play the obedient wife, until he saw the sketches in her notebook: precise portraits capturing his weariness and gloom.
Until she showed a relaxed smile he had never seen before to someone younger and more vibrant.
At thirty-three, he began to fear the eight-year age gap, and that the heaviness of his soul would dim the light in her eyes.
At twenty-five, she began to relish the burning jealousy in his gaze, and every moment she dragged him down from his pedestal and made him lose control for her.
