[Dual male leads + devoted to each other + emotional push and pull + faked death + regretful pursuit + rekindled love]
A cold, down-and-out genius painter, the pursued, VS a possessive, sinister family tycoon, the pursuer
Everyone in Jiangcheng knew that Wen Yuan'an was Shen Hanyu's kept dog.
He was obedient and compliant. To pay off his mother's debts, he willingly set aside his pride, acting as a shield for Shen Hanyu's “fiancée” and as a plaything summoned and dismissed at will.
He thought that as long as the debt was repaid, as long as he was obedient enough, he could warm that block of ice.
Until the kidnapping.
At the edge of a cliff, the kidnapper sneered. “Mr. Shen, only one can live: your lover or your fiancée.”
After calculating the odds with precision, Shen Hanyu coldly pointed to the woman, choosing what was best for the greater good. “Save her.”
Wen Yuan'an smiled.
He let go of the rope and fell into the ruins. The hands that held his paintbrush were crushed beneath a boulder.
Before the explosion swallowed him, he left only these words:
“Shen Hanyu, we're even. I give you back this life. Let me go.”
The day Wen Yuan'an died, the untouchable Shen Hanyu went mad.
He dug through the scorching ruins with his bare hands, his fingers mangled and bloody. Clutching a charred scrap of clothing, his hair turned white overnight.
He dealt with everyone who had ever bullied Wen Yuan'an, then guarded an empty grave, living like a vengeful ghost.
Three years later, at a prestigious art exhibition,
the man who had “died” made a dazzling return, with a gentle and refined fiancé by his side.
Shen Hanyu rushed toward him in a frenzy, eyes bloodshot. He fell to his knees in the rain, abandoning all dignity, and clung desperately to his trouser leg.
“Yuan'an, come home with me. I'll give you my life. Please, don't leave me...”
Wen Yuan'an looked down at him, his gaze as cold as ice.
“Sir, do we know each other? The person I loved died long ago.”
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If you don't have a long mouth, especially the one named Shen, you should let him live in pain when he pursues his wife in the crematorium. We all know the truth. Why do we still talk about An An like that? Why do we destroy An An's paintings so that An An has no hope of living. The broken mirror cannot be reunited or restored to its original appearance. It was clear that An An had been secretly in love with him for eight years, but she also hated him for three years. Half of the pain was caused by Shen. Isn't the person named Shen awesome? Everyone knows that An An has a gambling father. How can he not know the name of An An's gambling father? Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, the author can be a BE, or change the attack. As far as the current personnel surnamed Shen is not doing, he is not worthy of recovering An An
It's too cruel. I know the truth and still treat you like this. I can't accept it.