Fallen After Dark! The Sharp-Tongued Mr. Shen Is Wild and Clingy

On their wedding night, Shen Yanzhou tossed out, “We each get what we want, and owe each other nothing,” then walked away without a backward glance.

Lin Zhi thought that was all there was to their transactional marriage: he paid, and she played the obedient wife. Until one late night, a black Maybach pulled up outside a grimy little noodle shop in the east of the city. The man had just two words to explain himself: “On my way.”

A textbook from her major sat on the passenger seat, too.

The man was as cold as ice, yet he brought her warm milk in the middle of the night. They had agreed it was all an act, yet he remembered when she’d skipped dinner. Lin Zhi tried with all her might to tell herself not to read too much into it, but Shen Yanzhou began showing up across from her at the dinner table every day, right on time. His shirt collar was slightly open, his gaze still distant, but the corner of his mouth had begun to curve in a way so subtle she could barely notice.

Only later did she understand that the exclusive tenderness of a cold CEO was an addictive poison.

And she was willingly letting herself fall deeper.