In Haicheng’s business world, Leng Yan is a name no one dares mention. Head of the Leng Group, ruthless in his methods and merciless when he turns against someone, he’s known as “Haicheng’s maddest wolf.” In his eyes, there are only two kinds of people in the world: useful pawns and worthless discards.
Shen Zhiyu accidentally stumbled into Leng Yan’s world and became the most conspicuous person by his side. Everyone expected him to toy with her and then tear her apart, but when someone so much as touched a hair on her head, Leng Yan destroyed their entire family overnight. He gave her the most twisted affection and the most suffocating possessiveness. But when she discovered that their relationship had been built on lies from the very beginning, should she stay or run? He gripped her chin, his thumb brushing her swollen lips, and murmured hoarsely, “Have you made up your mind? Being my woman means staking your life on it.”
She bit her lip and said nothing. He lowered his head and kissed away her tears, from the corner of her eye to her lips, until she could barely breathe.
Then, against her ear, he confessed word by word, shedding all his pride: “Shen Zhiyu, I’ve never bowed my head to anyone in my life. But for you, Leng Yan admits defeat.” What she didn’t know was that the man who claimed to have “admitted defeat” had been laying his plans three years ago. What she thought was a chance encounter had been carefully engineered by him. What she thought was affection was a web he’d meticulously woven. When the truth came to light, she turned and walked away. He knelt before her, eyes red, and said, “Zhiyu, when I said I’d admit defeat for you, I meant it.”
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