Drunk on Her Seduction! One Tantrum, and Beijing's Stoic Prince Has Her in His Arms

At the engagement banquet, Shen Ci went from being the cherished daughter of the Shen family to a “fake.”

The real heiress, Shen Jiaojiao, stole her appraisal notes and presented herself as a genius in front of the cameras.

Her fiancé, Lu Yuheng, looked on coldly. “Jiaojiao just got back. Do you really have to make such a scene?”

Thrown out of the house on a rainy night, Shen Ci stumbled into the Nocturne Bar, drunk.

She snapped a string of agarwood prayer beads.

Everyone gasped. They belonged to Lu Yancheng, the man who always carried them.

The capital's living King of Hell, the true power behind the Lu family, and Lu Yuheng's uncle.

Rumor had it that he wore prayer beads all year round and kept his distance from women, as detached and desireless as a Buddha.

Everyone thought Shen Ci was doomed.

But where the beads had broken, there was a tiny carving: “Shen Ci.”

On every single bead.

The engravings were worn and old, polished smooth by years of handling.

Lu Yancheng leaned over, his voice low and husky. “You broke my prayer beads. You'll have to pay with your life.”

He handed her a prenuptial agreement whose terms were all one-sided gifts to her.

“Repay me with your body, or... marry me.”

Shen Ci stared at him warily. “Lu Yancheng, what exactly do you want?”

Lu Yancheng fell silent for a moment, his fingertip brushing the bead engraved with her name. “You.”