Rumor had it that in Hong Kong City, Shi Yan was ruthless and never showed his emotions, a “living King of Hell” who struck fear into everyone’s hearts.
No one could have imagined that this all-powerful man would keep his nephew’s fiancée locked up in a villa halfway up the mountain and spoil her rotten.
Lang Tian thought it was just a mutually beneficial arrangement: she would use his power to take revenge, and she would indulge his sick possessiveness.
In the study, Shi Yan leaned close and murmured, his breath dangerous. “Call me hubby, and I’ll help you kill that bastard.”
For the sake of revenge, Lang Tian called out shakily, “Hu…hubby.”
It wasn’t until a family banquet that Shi Yan flung a red marriage certificate at Shi Qingyan.
“She’s my lawful wife, and she’s your aunt.”
Everyone called her a shameless homewrecker, but only she knew how the man in the luxury car on that rainy night had lowered the window just a crack, said, “Want him dead? Get in,” and drawn her into the abyss step by step, only to lay the whole world at her feet in the end.
Possessive love: It begins with taking, descends into madness, and ends in growing old together.
An intense push and pull, an uncle-nephew battleground.
