Ye Wenxi had lived for twenty-two years as the cherished daughter of the Ye family. Then she woke up one day to find her entire life had been completely switched with someone else’s.
Her privileged identity, her loving parents, the room she had lived in for years, even the boyfriend she had been dating for two years, all now belonged to her best friend.
To further its own interests, the Ye family married her off to Mo Yunting, the mysterious and terrifying head of the powerful Dingsheng Group.
Rumor had it that Mo Yunting was old and ugly, blind and lame, and vicious by nature. Most frightening of all, he had a peculiar, cruelly sadistic fetish, and people said his first two wives had both been tortured to death by him.
On their wedding night, Ye Wenxi was so frightened that she not only locked the bedroom door, but also turned a knife on him.
Later, she discovered the rumors weren’t entirely true. Mo Yunting wasn’t nearly as terrifying as people said, and he doted on her to no end.
She stabbed him, but he comforted her: “Don’t be scared, honey. I’m fine. A little blood is nothing.”
She slapped him, but he said, “It’s all right. You’re my wife. You can hit me if you want.”
Tears in her eyes, she looked at him. “I have nothing now. I may even have to give up the design industry I love so much.”
He met her gaze, his voice tender and earnest. “Who says you have nothing? You still have me, your husband. I’ll always be your rock. Trust me, you won’t have to give up the design industry you love. The doors of NE Company will be open to you.”
Later, Ye Wenxi discovered that Mo Yunting not only had a perfect face, but also another identity. He was actually her...