You Don't Want Me? I'll Marry Your Adopted Son. Why Are You Losing It?

Yu Linghuan slept with her benefactor, Chen Bailin.

He was a saintly figure in the business world, as pure and refined as a breeze beneath a bright moon.

She was the "good girl" he had raised himself, obedient and well-behaved, never crossing the line.

After their secret relationship was exposed, the Chen Group's stock price plummeted.

Under intense pressure, he ended things with her.

She turned and fell into Shen Jiayi's arms.

Yu Linghuan had always thought Shen Jiayi was a warm, sunny golden boy blessed by heaven.

Until that snowy night, when Shen Jiayi pointed a gun at Chen Bailin's head. "Let her go."

Chen Bailin pulled Yu Linghuan into his arms, his expression cold and stern, his phoenix eyes narrowing.

"Go ahead. Try shooting."