Matriarchy: Her Prisoner in the Palm of Her Hand

Strong heroine, weaker hero + suit-loving sadist + 195 cm handsome male lead + modern-day apocalyptic setting

The maze of imitation-classical gardens, with its winding covered corridors stretching from Fanghua Street to West Street, is a domain built by Su Qingyan with her own hands.

Before the apocalypse, it was a treasure-hunting paradise for the powerful, but a nightmare that haunted Fu Ting for the rest of his life.

She once promised to set him free if he could escape the maze within an hour. But with rampaging wild horses and blood everywhere, he was left traumatized: whenever he saw a large pool of blood, he could no longer distinguish red from green, and his mind would collapse.

The escape was a trap from the start. The winding corridors were blocked at every turn, and Fu Ting was driven into a dead end. Su Qingyan held a gun to his throat, crushing any hope he had of freedom.

When the apocalypse came, the maze became a perilous battleground where tides of zombies and survivors fought over crystal stones.

Crystal stones were hard currency in the wasteland, and the main building held refining equipment as well as the custom-tailored suits she was obsessed with.

She knew every hidden passage and corridor in the whole maze, and had even created her own deadly technique, Crane Spreads Its Wings. She herself was the greatest trump card of all.

She forcibly dragged the frail, shattered Fu Ting back into his cage. The moment he stepped inside, Fu Ting felt as if the sky had fallen. The terror of death and the blood smeared across the ground easily broke him, leaving him so panicked he lost touch with reality.

Su Qingyan remembered his trauma and tried to avoid getting blood on herself while fighting, yet she took a perverse pleasure in watching him break as she tamed him.

Only her punishments and her unique comfort could bring Fu Ting back from his lost hallucinations.

From the gilded cage of prosperous times to the wasteland, after all their twists and turns, Fu Ting could never escape her grasp.

Su Qingyan laughed softly. “You were always my captive pet, right in the palm of my hand.”