“Fu Nanqi, I don't want this!” Xia Zhiyi trembled all over, her eyes red.
“What don't you want?” The man ran his fingertips over her lips, reddened from his kisses, his voice low and heavy. “Do you not want tonight, or do you not want the promise we made when you were twenty?”
“I don't want any of it.”
When they first met, he looked at Xia Zhiyi in her plain clothes and thought she seemed almost too pure.
Back then, she was still with his nephew, Fu Jingheng.
Then, on a bitterly cold winter night, she had nowhere else to turn and was forced to enter that luxurious villa.
The man sat back on the sofa and watched her slight, trembling figure. In his eyes lurked a possessiveness she couldn't understand. “Think carefully. If you stay, there's no going back.”
He gave her shelter, paid for her education, and was generous with his money, but every gift came with a price.
A bracelet that had been lost for years tore away the gentle facade.
It turned out that the seemingly kind helping hand had been a carefully laid trap from the very beginning.
Bonus scene:
Fu Jingheng stormed into the study, fists clenched, his eyes full of resentment and fury. “Uncle! You knew Xia Zhiyi was my girlfriend. Why did you steal her from me?”
Fu Nanqi remained calm and expressionless, glancing up at him. “She came to me after the two of you had broken up. What's the problem?”
To Fu Nanqi, Xia Zhiyi was a treasure held in his palm, and prey he was determined to claim.
He planned his moves step by step and closed in on her from every side, wanting to make that tender heart belong to him completely.
