Taming My Difficult Wife: Ninth Master Dotes on Her

Everyone in the capital knew Nangong Tingxiao, head of the Nangong family, as Ninth Master. On the streets, he was known for his ruthless decisiveness and cold-blooded nature. Yet he always wore a string of Buddhist prayer beads around his wrist. Some said they were a gift from the woman he loved, but in truth, they were merely a protective talisman his mother had prayed for when he was five.

Huo An'an had once been the little princess of the Huo family, doted on by everyone. Spoiled and willful, she had never known hardship. Then, overnight, the company's cash flow collapsed, her parents went gray, and her brother grew old before his time. She had no choice but to sneak off and work at a bar to pay off their debts.

That night, she opened the wrong door.

The private room was dim. The cigarette between the man's fingers glowed and faded. He watched her panic, a hint of interest rising in his eyes.

That very night, he took her back to his villa.

He cornered her against the wall, his fingertips grazing her cheek. His voice was so low it was almost tender. “I can solve all of the Huo family's financial problems, but I have one condition: stay by my side.”

“I don't want to...” Her eyes reddened, and her voice trembled.

His hand slowly closed around the back of her neck, forcing her to lift her head. Then he lowered his head and sealed her lips with his.

“Huo An'an,” he whispered in her ear, his tone leaving no room for argument. “You don't have the right to refuse.”

From that day on, he drew her step by step into his world, enclosing her inch by inch within his private domain.

She was his calamity, and his one and only weakness.