The Sickly Beauty Can't Escape

A deliberately staged accident sent Nan Yingxu, the pride of heaven, plunging off a cliff. He barely survived, but was left frail and unable to stand on his own two legs.

When he regained consciousness, he discovered that his family had vanished and someone else had taken his place. Just as he was consumed by hatred, his old nemesis appeared before him. Looking at his sickly body slumped in a wheelchair, the man gave him a cold sneer.

"Want revenge? Beg me."

Meng Zhijian was gloomy and ruthless. The two had been classmates in high school. Back then, Nan Yingxu was an outstanding student and the sunny, warm-hearted boy everyone liked, everyone except Meng Zhijian.

Nan Yingxu still remembered glancing back by chance a few times, only to see Meng Zhijian glaring at him from the shadows as if he wanted to devour him alive.

He had always thought Meng Zhijian must hate him to the core.

Of course, Nan Yingxu knew Meng Zhijian was only pretending to be kind so he could humiliate him.

But Meng Zhijian's methods and status were exactly what he needed now.

So he paused for a moment, then looked up with reddened eyes and a trembling voice.

"Please... pick me up."

The city of Lin was thrown into chaos. A museum director died suddenly, officials fell from power, and prominent businesspeople were arrested one after another.

Whenever one of these shocking events took place, someone would witness a figure in a wheelchair.

Behind him stood a tall man, darker than the night itself.

Two years later, the head of the Meng family, the most influential yet low-profile family in the region, decided to appear in public and host a charity gala for the city's elite.

The Nan family attended by invitation. Amid clinking glasses and lively conversation, the doors of the country estate quietly locked, trapping everyone inside.

In this snowbound manor, every depravity in human nature was laid bare in the struggle to survive.

The guests exposed one another and turned on each other, until at last, the host of the gala finally appeared.

The gloomy man looked coldly at the crowd, without a trace of pity in his eyes.

In his arms was the face that should have been dead.

The real Nan Yingxu.

As everyone begged for mercy, Meng Zhijian merely leaned down close to the person in his arms and spoke in an almost gentle voice.

"Are you satisfied?"

At last, a manic smile appeared in Nan Yingxu's icy eyes.

"Not enough."

He had crawled out of hell and struck a deal with a demon so he could burn all this evil to ashes.

When everything had finally settled, Nan Yingxu discovered that no matter what he did, he couldn't escape Meng Zhijian.

In the darkness of night, he was held down and ravished for half the night. His reddened eyes brimmed with barely contained anger.

"You never said... I'd have to pay this price."

Meng Zhijian lowered the leg draped over his waist and patted his face.

"If you don't want to, you can run."

# I've had my eye on you for a long time

# At last, someone has plucked this lofty flower. Now I'll gather it into my arms and never let go for the rest of my life

Theme: True love above all.