A Feast for the Soul

Everyone in their circle knows Song Wan is the most obedient canary kept by business tycoon Fu Chenzhou.

He gives her designer clothes and jewels and teaches her how to behave among the elite, transforming her from a destitute orphan into a dazzling jewel.

Everyone laughs that she’s just a counterfeit, a carefully crafted stand-in who looks exactly like the moonlight in his heart.

Song Wan dutifully plays the part of the woman who looks up to him, hiding the sharpness and schemes honed in her eyes.

Until the carefully staged accident arrives, and an assassin’s gleaming blade points straight at Fu Chenzhou’s heart

In the blink of an eye, Song Wan throws herself at him, shoving him aside as the blade sinks into her shoulder.

Blood stains the carpet. Fu Chenzhou holds her cold, trembling body, a storm raging in his eyes as he loses control in front of others for the first time.

He whispers in her ear, his voice as tender as a love confession, yet his words leave the roomful of powerful men and women trembling with terror:

“Had enough of acting, my little liar?”

“Since you chose this bloody path… for the rest of your life, you’ll go with me, whether to heaven or hell.”

Only later does she learn that from the moment they met, the hunter had willingly stepped into her cage.