The boldest thing Nan Chu ever did was “sell” herself to Bo Huaizhi.
When she was twenty, her mother fell seriously ill and her younger brother was still a child. With nowhere else to turn, a man offered her a contract: two years in exchange for all her dignity and freedom.
Bo Huaizhi, the sole heir to the Bo family, was a ruthless tyrant famed in business circles. He was distant and cold toward everyone. In bed, he was hot, domineering, and insatiable; outside it, he was aloof and imperious, unwilling to spare even a glance.
Nan Chu told herself this was a business transaction. Falling for him would mean a dead end.
When the two years were up, she took the money, saved her mother, and then… disappeared without a trace.
Bo Huaizhi thought she would cling to him, after all, what he had given her was enough to keep an ordinary woman in luxury for the rest of her life.
But she didn’t.
She left, cleanly and decisively, without even leaving a message.
At first, he scoffed. “Playing hard to get?”
Three months later, he stared in silence at her disconnected phone number and spent the entire night awake.
A year later, he stood outside the university she had once attended, waiting from midnight until dawn.
Two years later…
Bo Huaizhi went mad.
He turned the whole city upside down, just to find the woman who had dared to play him.
The day they met again, Nan Chu was holding a little boy’s hand when she was cornered on a street.
The child raised a face that looked just like Bo Huaizhi’s and asked in a babyish voice, “Mister, who are you?”
Bo Huaizhi’s eyes were bloodshot, his voice so hoarse it was almost inaudible.
“Your mother belongs to me.”
