Before his father passed away in the ICU, he tried his best to let the desperate Ye Xingmian go to Lu Chenzhou.
She thought it was just an entrustment from an old friend to stay temporarily to take shelter from the rain.
But he didn't expect to run into the arms of Mr. Lu, the most powerful, ascetic and cold-blooded man in the city.
Everyone is afraid of his decisive killing, and his heart is as cold as iron.
Only Ye Xingmian knew that this taciturn man gave her all his tenderness.
He supported her, cleared up rumors for her, fought against family marriages for her, and made soup for her.
She fled in fear: "We just agreed, I can't delay you."
Late at night, he trapped her in his arms, his voice hoarse and hot:
"It's not an agreement, it's a long-planned plan. Twenty years ago, your father pulled me out of the abyss, and I decided to protect you with my whole life."
She was the obsession he had hidden for half his life, the rose he held in the palm of his hand.
This time, he won't let go.
