Faking My Death! Locked in the Dark Room, I Was Kissed to Tears by a Fatherly Tycoon

[Devoted love, loyal-dog hero, fatherly type]

Ji Shuran has just returned from abroad, her suitcase still bearing an unremoved customs tag.

The moment she opens her eyes, she finds herself locked beside a golden nanmu coffin.

A silver chain snakes around her ankle, and the dark red light is like blood. The man who gave her a name, power, and the whole world is pressing a dagger to her heart.

“My little darling, someone who’s come back from the dead belongs in a coffin.”

Fu Shijin runs a hand over the horrific scar on his abdomen, his hatred plain to see. She gave it to him herself on the night of her eighteenth birthday.

At first,

Fu Shijin says, “I don’t understand love. Don’t say things like that again.”

When they meet again, he sheds his facade of polished respectability and wraps his arms around her from behind in the dark, demanding a kiss.

“I was wrong. Punish me, hit me, do whatever you want. Just don’t leave me alone again.”

Ji Shuran tears open his bloodstained shirt and brands a fresh mark beside his old scar.

“Mr. Fu, after ten years of lessons, how have you still not learned that a hunter can become prey, and a prisoner can become a warden?”

Fu Shijin is cold and distant toward the world, yet lays an inescapable net in the shadows, waiting for one person to return...