Midnight Flight

Powerful, wicked Celestial Dragon VS pitiful, introverted, timid, honest office worker

[The substitute's identity gets exposed (male substitute, ha), wallflower love, picking on an honest person, faking death, Mary Sue everyone loves]

Chen Qingrou is an honest woman. She graduated and got a job, following the expected path, until one day she somehow offended a powerful man in her city.

"Mr. Liang," she heard them call him.

He was young, successful, arrogant, and cold-hearted. Chen Qingrou couldn't escape his revenge, so she resisted with all she had, using her body.

A man like Liang Jue must have had many lovers, and Chen Qingrou quietly and dutifully kept herself among them.

Liang Jue had warned her. He could even give her an official status, as long as she behaved herself and stopped fantasizing about marriage.

Chen Qingrou no longer held out any hope for Liang Jue. On the night she planned to end their relationship, they argued, and she accidentally knocked over a rusty iron box inside a cabinet.

With a snap, the lid flew open. A yellowed, worn photograph fell out and landed beside Liang Jue's leather shoes.

In it, a man stood smiling beside Chen Qingrou. His face looked about seventy percent like Liang Jue's.

"Who is he?" Liang Jue narrowed his eyes, planted his toe on the man's face, and fixed his sharp gaze on the pale woman.

Chen Qingrou's explanation turned into a sob. From then on, she was kept locked by Liang Jue's side.

*

Everything changed on the night she reported Liang Jue and got him detained.

Without hesitation, Chen Qingrou faked her death and fled to a small town. Her real life began.

She became a volunteer teacher in a little village nestled between mountains and water, living a leisurely, comfortable life and slowly forgetting those absurd past events.

One night, she brought a blind date home as a guest. As she turned the key, a familiar masculine cologne filled the pitch-black living room.

Chen Qingrou's legs began to tremble. Fear crawled over her from head to toe, and she weakly grasped the doorframe, staring ahead in terror.

In the serene moonlight, a man in a suit sat with his legs crossed on the sofa, watching them with an amused expression.

"I've found you, Mrs. Liang."

Reading guide: 1. Both leads are sexually inexperienced. 2. This makes no logical sense, so turn off your brain. It's purely a vulgar fetish piece, with women doting on women, a powerful man and a weak woman, and an honest, delicate wife who everyone loves.

Theme: Indulge yourself