His Forbidden Favorite: The Apple of President Pei's Eye

I used to trail behind Pei Zhihan like a little shadow, never knowing that he had been living in my shadow since I was six. The night my first love abandoned me, he took every blow meant for me. Then he slipped a bloodstained wedding ring onto my finger. “Shi Shu, marry me. I’ll give you a lifetime of happiness.” I thought he was saving me, never realizing he’d been laying his plan for fifteen years. My study was filled with photos of me from childhood onward. His phone had a tracking system installed, and he even knew the rhythm of my breathing. At a banquet, when my ex came back begging with red-rimmed eyes, Pei Zhihan kissed the lipstick off me in front of everyone, his gaze dark and menacing. “Mrs. Pei, just try looking at him again.” Later, when I was pregnant and ran away, he knelt in the torrential rain and cut his wrist. “For every step you take, I’ll spill a liter of blood. I’ll wager my life that you’ll soften.” People said Pei Zhihan was a madman. But only I knew that I had always been this madman’s entire world. “From the day you turned six until you turn eighty, I’ve been plotting for a lifetime.”