After Her Identity Was Exposed, the Buddhist Heartthrob of Beijing's Elite Grabbed Her by the Waist and Begged Through Red Eyes

[Cool, Alluring, Black-Bellied Bottom × Fatherly, Scheming, Ruthless Top]

After the Wen family went bankrupt, the aloof and proud young master Wen lost his sight and became a plaything.

To take revenge, Wen Shili deliberately sought out Shen Yanci, the one man in the capital's elite circle no one dared to provoke.

He pretended to be a helpless, pitiful blind fool and tugged at the man's sleeve, emboldened by drink. “Uncle Shen, I'm scared...”

Everyone in the capital's elite circle waited for a good laugh. But instead of drawing his gun, the ruthless man scooped him up in one arm and, eyes reddening, murmured soothingly, “There, there. Uncle's got you.”

Everyone said President Shen had taken in a fragile little canary, one who couldn't be touched or spoken against.

Until one day, someone saw it with their own eyes:

That “fragile, blind” canary kicked an old enemy so hard he spat blood, his gaze cold as a blade. “You think you're worthy of dirtying my hands?”

Just as Wen Shili thought his secret was out and he was done for, a tall, straight-backed figure emerged from the darkness behind him.

Shen Yanci calmly handed him a wet wipe and pulled him into his arms. “Does your hand hurt? Next time, let Uncle handle this kind of dirty work.”

Wen Shili stared at him in shock. “...You knew I wasn't blind all along?”

The man kissed his earlobe, his voice low and deep. “I was yours from the moment you gave me candy thirteen years ago. As long as you don't run, I'll give you my life.”