Ninth Master, the Rose You Raised Is Back to Thorn You

[A Powerful Man Bows to Love | Sizzling Chemistry | Overwhelming Possessiveness | Fiercely Protective]

At twelve, the orphaned girl with nowhere else to turn was taken in by Song Tanzhang and raised by the Song family for seven years.

Everyone said she was the little bride Song Ninth Master was raising for himself. He alone thought it was nothing more than fragile, childish dependence.

He sent her abroad himself, ending all her hopes with a single sentence: "Your life has nothing to do with me."

Three years later, she returned with her fiance, and Song Ninth Master went completely mad.

By day, he was the cold, chaste head of a wealthy family. By night, hiding his face, he crawled on his knees into her room, becoming her secret lover, hidden from the world.

When she went on dates, he drove her. When her shoelaces came undone, he knelt to tie them. When her fiance touched her, he cornered her against the wall, eyes bloodshot. "Where did he touch you?"

She smiled provocatively. "You're just my lover. What makes you think you can tell me what to do?"

He humbly kissed her fingertips. "I can't. I'm begging you, Er'er, be kind to me. Don't let him touch you."

When she lost her temper, he knelt on a keyboard. Even when she hit him until he trembled, he didn't dare move away.

Until she grew tired of him and tore up the contract. "Get out. I'm getting married."

He spat blood at her feet. "You can marry someone else only over my dead body."

Wen Er'er planted her high heel on his chest. "Did I give you permission to die? Get up and kneel properly."

The bloodied man smiled, his eyes filled with a sick devotion.

"As you command, my mistress."