The Reborn Black Moonlight! Does the Dark, Crazy One Want to Dig Out My Heart?

[Southeast Asia + Unhinged arms dealer + Spoiled, malicious heiress + Powerful man bows his head + Neither lead is pure] [The moon hangs high in the sky. Why insist on dragging it down? With a hand clamped around her throat, she smiled. If you’re determined to drag me down, then let’s get dirty together!] [He torments her mercilessly at first, then chases her just as fiercely later] [A max-level villainess takes your life, live!] Yue Shuangman died horribly on an operating table in the compound. She was the heiress of a top conglomerate in Man Country, born to a life of privilege, pampered and malicious, arrogant and domineering. She had a beautiful, gentle face, yet had offended more people than there were surnames in the phone book. Set up and sold into the Golden Triangle, she became a piglet on the chopping block. First they tortured her until she was hardly human, making her a plaything for thousands and spitting on her a thousand times over. They harvested her organs and ground up her flesh, until barely a patch of unblemished skin remained. After she died, cold fingers touched the pulse at her neck. “I want your heart.” When she awoke, she still hadn’t escaped that hell of torment. This time, she decided to throw caution to the wind. Mud had smeared the moon, so she couldn’t be anyone’s white moonlight. She might as well become the dark one. After all, the world had always seen her as a spoiled, malicious woman, and she could play the villainess role with ease. A pure white lotus untouched by the mud, a coquettish, innocent-looking little green tea. There’s a different way to handle every man. She wouldn’t be a lamb waiting for slaughter or meat on a chopping board. She would be the one holding the knife. Thunder rumbled and lightning flashed outside the dungeon in the rain. She pressed the muzzle of her gun against his chest. “Want my heart? If you’ve got what it takes, come and get it!” Shuangman didn’t notice that her palm was already slick with sweat. She had read him correctly, but failed to account for herself. Zong Shi gave a wicked smile. “Good girl. Let me check first, see if it’s still beating.”