Falling Head Over Heels: Third Master Fu Has Been Plotting This for Ages

When they first met, he was a pitiful little boy abandoned by his birth mother.

And he was the young Third Master Fu, a highly regarded member of the Fu family.

“I’ll raise him.”

With those words, the little boy had a home again.

He raised him for years, giving him all the tenderness and patience he had. He sheltered him beneath his wings. He was a rose Fu Zhiyuan had nurtured with his own hands, so of course he could only bloom in Fu Zhicheng’s garden.

Until that night when drunkenness got out of hand.

“What kind of behavior is this!”

In his fury, the old master had Fu Chengyao beaten until he was barely alive, leaving him close to death.

Fu Zhiyuan, meanwhile, was sent abroad that very night by the old master, vanishing from his sight for good.

…

Three years later, Fu Zhiyuan thought the man had long since let go. His birth mother was gravely ill, so at last he boarded a flight back to China.

When word reached Fu Chengyao, the man held a cigarette between his fingers, its ember glowing and fading.

“You’re mine. In this life and the next, you’ll always be mine.”

“This time, no one will dare stand in my way.”