On the most desperate day in Ruan Zhixia's life, it was pouring rain in Jiangcheng.
In order to pay off her father's debt, she was sent to Fu Jingshen's manor. This legendary cold and bloodthirsty man held her chin and told her condescendingly: "From today on, you are mine until the debt is paid off."
She was like a frightened dodder flower, petite and soft, shrinking timidly in his tall shadow, not daring to resist or cry.
Fu Jingshen gave her a moment of tenderness and endless sharp blades. He would tuck her in late at night, but when misunderstandings arose, he would push her away with a cold eye, leaving her with a bloody head.
His white moonlight returns, and all the frame-ups are directed at her. He didn't believe her excuse, only the prejudice in his heart.
"Ruan Zhixia, you really make me sick."
That sentence crushed all her love and expectations. She was desperate to escape and was in a state of embarrassment.
It wasn't until the violent CEO finally realized that he had already fallen deeply in love with this weak girl who had been deeply hurt by him. But belated affection is worthless than grass.
"Zhixia, I was wrong, come back."
"Mr. Fu, I can't afford your love."
It started as a favor in prison, fell into sadomasochism, and finally regretted it. He is her calamity, and she is something he can never make up for in his life.
