When Jiang Qingli turned twenty, her father gave her a mission: go undercover by Yu Yanyan's side.
Who was Yu Yanyan? The all-powerful god of West Asia, with a business empire spanning the globe, a top-tier mind, and top-tier looks. What had she done to deserve this? Her father must have been so desperate to bring Yu Yanyan down that he had lost his mind.
At first, Jiang Qingli went to Irvine once a week to donate blood to Yu Yanyan.
After one blood draw, Yu Yanyan stared at Jiang Qingli for a long time. "Would you like to be my wife?"
Jiang Qingli was ecstatic. So her father was using the honey trap!
After they married, Jiang Qingli gave birth to twins, a boy and a girl. Yu Yanyan bought her an island in the Pacific, and they were deeply in love. But on their wedding anniversary, a fire broke out in the villa on the island, its flames lighting up half the sky.
Jiang Qingli's body was never found.
If his subordinates hadn't held him back, Yu Yanyan would have rushed inside long ago.
His eyes were redder than the flames.
Yu Yanyan's hair turned white overnight. He never took off his wedding ring, and no one dared mention that name in front of him again.
Brother: "Dad got locked out of the bedroom by Mom again."
Sister: "I heard Mom ask Dad if he'd rather kneel on the remote, a durian, or a keyboard."
The dignified man who stood above everyone else hugged a pillow and pleaded softly, "Honey, open the door."
"Who's your honey!"
"You have always been my one and only Mrs. Yu."
He used to plan everything and scheme at every turn. Now he was putty in her hands, wanting nothing more than to cuddle up with his wife.
