[Double-Faced Wild Rose × Cold and Brutal Controller]
She is a wildfire, and he is ice willing to burn.
When they first met on that snowy night, Fu Siyuan thought she was just a lamb that strayed into a pack of wolves.
Shen Zhaoyue was pressed on the card table to take the painting. She was dressed in a white dress and had low eyebrows, looking like a porcelain doll that could be manipulated. In the room full of smoke and alcohol, her hand holding the pen was surprisingly steady.
"Boring." He leaned in the shadows, lacking interest.
The next second, she suddenly changed her pen - a custom-made painting worth millions was painted into a pitch-black skull by her own hands. The whole house was in an uproar, but she brushed past him in the chaos, hooked her fingertips on his sleeves, raised her head, and smiled wildly and innocently.
"Mr. Fu," she said, "borrow a fire."
A night of absurdity. At dawn she disappeared without a trace, leaving only a note on her pillow: "Thanks for the hospitality. No responsibility."
Fu Siyuan looked at the note and laughed angrily.
After three months of digging, she showed up. He clasped her wrist and put his mobile phone number into her palm: "If you need money, life, or support, you can come to me anytime."
Shen Zhaoyue lowered her eyes and looked at the note, twisted her fingers together, and slowly curved the corners of her lips.
"Available on call?"
"I'll accompany you."
"Then how should I pay you?" She tilted her head, her tone innocent and cruel, "Pay per transaction, or monthly?"
She threw the note into the trash can with her backhand, as neatly as throwing a piece of waste paper.
Everyone said that the Shen family rules were ironclad and that the second young lady, Shen Zhaoyue, was a tamed sheep. She was imprisoned in a deep house by her uncle for ten years, and stepped on by her cousin for ten years. She accepted everything and never resisted.
