The day I signed the contract, Fu Si Han slapped a check against my face. “Three hundred thousand for one month of you.” In front of the entire school, he tore open my uniform. “One hundred thousand a night, and you think you’re worth that?” I knelt and begged him to clear up the rumors. He kicked me away. “Don’t dirty my shoes.”
Later, I finally escaped. He went mad. Fu Si Han, the richest man in City A, knelt on the station platform, clutching my leg and crying like a child. “Lin Qing Qian, you’re all I have.”
Watching his right leg crippled and his hair turn white overnight, I thought he’d learned how to love. It wasn’t until he tied me up with his necktie and dragged me back to the villa that I realized: a mad dog doesn’t become a loyal puppy. It just learns to imprison you more gently.
