[Beijing-style elite romance / 1v1 / ten-year age gap / nurturing, guiding lover / possessiveness] The rose he raised with his own hands inevitably grew thorns, piercing his palm.
In a ridiculous attempt at redemption, Qiao Nian provoked Fu Jingming, the one man in Yancheng nobody dared to mess with.
His love was passionate and fierce, while all she wanted was to use his influence to escape the mire. They agreed on a one-year deadline, giving her time to fall in love with him.
When she tried to leave, Fu Jingming gripped her chin and sneered, “Qiao Nian, nobody walks out of my game halfway through.”
He gave her the most extravagant affection, and locked her in the cruelest cage. He took her everywhere, wishing he could keep her right under his watchful eye.
Everyone said Qiao Nian was Young Master Fu’s caged songbird, destined to be discarded once the novelty wore off.
Later, his business rival, the Xiao family, collapsed overnight. Rumor had it Fu Jingming had done it to win a beauty’s smile. In truth, it marked the beginning of their falling-out, because she had finally touched what mattered most to her.
At last, Qiao Nian became obedient, but he was the one who started to panic.
She looked at him, her gaze perfectly calm. “Fu Jingming, love isn’t a cage.”
When everyone thought she would eventually have her wings clipped, she vanished. Fu Jingming searched every corner of the earth and still couldn’t find her.
Later, she made a dazzling appearance at an international art exhibition, with a refined overseas tycoon standing protectively at her side.
At the after-party, Fu Jingming cornered the award-winning Qiao Nian on an empty terrace, his voice hoarse with despair:
“Qiao Nian, what do you want me to do?”
She gently brushed his hand away, smiling like a flower, though her eyes held no warmth:
“Young Master Fu, the game is over.”
Elite CEO vs. young inheritor of intangible cultural heritage
A remarkable guiding lover vs. an innocent, struggling sweetheart
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