[Rental-apartment romance | greedy, spoiled little schemer | possessive, rough-hewn man | heir to a financial empire | forced love | hopeless romantic | controlling]
Jiang Mi transmigrates into a tragic novel as cannon fodder and learns of her doomed fate:
Six months from now, Lu Xiao will force her into a bathtub of chili water with his own hands and say calmly, “You’re dirty. Wash yourself clean before you die.”
But right now, this future heir to the capital’s most powerful family is kneeling on a narrow single bed, only 1.2 meters wide. He grips her waist, bites the mole below her collarbone, and asks hoarsely, “You’re not going to leave me, are you?”
Jiang Mi: “Silly, of course not.”
She acts sweet and tender, putting on a show of devotion as she tells him, “I’m not going anywhere.”
He stares at the rope marks on her wrist, rubbing them with his fingertip. “Does it hurt?”
She smiles without a crack in her composure. “Just be gentler next time.”
She is acting. He is watching.
She knows this fifteen-square-meter rental apartment is a cage, and she knows that in six months he will see her as a stain and wipe her out completely.
So she can’t run.
Her aunt thinks she can sell her off for ten thousand yuan?
Her fake best friend thinks she can send her to a sweatshop for five thousand yuan?
Her smiling rival claims they should all get along, while secretly blocking her only remaining path to survival?
She drags every jackal who climbs over her bones into the mud.
She turns herself from a “stain” into the thorn in his heart that he can never pull out.
Later, all of the capital knows that the Gu family’s ruthless heir, a man who keeps his distance from women, knelt in a shabby rental apartment, smelling of motor oil and red-eyed as he begged a girl:
Mi Mi, my life is yours. Don’t reject me.
