Madly obsessive heir to the capital's elite × pure, alluring beauty fallen on hard times
[Coercive Love + Both Pure + Winning Her Back + Possessive + Absolute Control + Putting Scumbags in Their Place + Obsessive]
Butterfly in His Arms
The year Song Xingchan turned eighteen, the Song family went bankrupt.
Every rich young master in the capital rubbed his hands together, eager to take this fallen beauty home.
The Song family had always protected her well, until her father died in a car accident and her mother lost her mind.
This delicate flower, Song Xingchan, finally bowed her head.
One stormy night, she knocked on the heir's door and offered herself to him.
"Young Master, I'm cheap. And I can do... a lot."
Fu Wenhuai stared at this alluring butterfly, then gave a sudden, enigmatic smile.
"Prove it to me."
Trembling, Song Xingchan fell to her knees.
Later, rumors spread through the capital's circle of rich young masters that Fu Wenhuai would soon tire of Song Xingchan and toss her aside.
But Song Xingchan danced ballet on the world stage, and the injustice done to the Song family was overturned.
Fu Wenhuai waited on her hand and foot, even taking slaps from her, while Song Xingchan grew more and more spoiled and outrageous under his doting care.
Until Song Xingchan, overcome with despair, plunged off a cliff. Fu Wenhuai, usually so calm and composed, leaped after her without a moment's hesitation.
The head of the Fu family tossed him an agreement: fake his death by drowning.
After a long silence, Song Xingchan agreed...
From then on, Fu Wenhuai went mad and spent his days keeping a fat dog company.
Until someone said they had found his butterfly in a remote, impoverished place.
Fu Wenhuai came back to life. He would beg her to come back, if he had to!
In a dim private booth, the heir of the capital's elite held the person in his arms tightly and kissed them wildly, a handprint on his face.
"Leave? Not in this lifetime!"
"Baby, you're mine."
"Be good, baby. I'm begging you, just..."
