After His Wife Was Taken from Him

Sickly possessive mad dog x cold, beautiful heiress

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Yan Qingwei has had three husbands.

Her first husband, Zong Yuan, wielded immense power and pampered her like a precious jewel. In the dead of night, he would cling to her and call her “Master” in a tender voice. But when the beast tide broke out, he apologized and asked her to hold on a little longer, then rushed without hesitation toward another woman.

Before the mutated beasts tore Yan Qingwei apart, the last thing she saw was Zong Yuan’s face twisted with anguish.

Reborn in the body of a strange young woman, Yan Qingwei met her second husband, Gu Lianzheng. His origins were a mystery, and he was aloof and powerful, yet treated her wonderfully. His only flaw was his overwhelming possessiveness: at night, he would always hold her tightly in his arms, unable to get enough of her.

But he said, “I can give you everything you want, except my feelings.”

Yan Qingwei’s eyes curved into a smile.

“Sure,” she said.

One day, as Gu Lianzheng was about to enter seclusion, he worried about leaving her alone. After much deliberation, he decided to entrust her to a friend of his. His friend held immense power and promised to look after his little wife while he was away.

Yan Qingwei obediently picked up her luggage and went to meet her husband’s friend. The moment she looked up, she met a pair of familiar, cold, dark eyes.

She looked at her former husband, Zong Yuan, standing on the command ship with a sinister gaze, then at her current husband, who was firmly holding her around the waist.

Yan Qingwei... decided to fake her death and disappear.

Her third husband was a guileless young man with extraordinary martial prowess. Handsome and devoted, he would cling to her clothes and beg for affection, yet coldly tear apart any threat that came near her.

He said, “If you ever meet someone you like, we can dissolve our marriage pact at any time.”

She smiled again. “Sure.”

Later, she really did end their engagement and leave without hesitation.

Her life returned to peace.

Until one day, while she was with her long-lost younger sister, she was mercilessly face-slapping a high-level ability user who had come to provoke her. She turned around and saw three faces staring intently at her.

“Qingwei?”

“Weiwei?”

“Baby?”

The three men, each convinced she was deeply in love with him, called out in unison, then turned furiously to glare at one another.

Yan Qingwei: ...

Zong Yuan refused to believe that someone as powerful as Yan Qingwei could have died so absurdly in a beast tide. He searched frantically for proof that she was still alive.

If she is alive, I will pay any price, even my life. He prayed in anguish, over and over.

But when he finally found the woman he cherished above all else, he saw her nestled in his friend’s arms, her eyes filled with sweet, tender affection that would not fade.

Overwhelming jealousy burned away his reason.

As Gu Lianzheng secluded himself, his mind was full of his wife’s misty eyes, brimming with love. He risked death and the destruction of his cultivation to speed up his return, hoping to bring his timid wife back to his side as soon as possible.

But when he returned to the peak of his cultivation, the wife he had once carefully cherished was gone. Someone told him that before she disappeared, the friend he had personally entrusted her to had kept her imprisoned at his side, sharing intimate moments with her.

The eyes that had always been as still as an ancient well gradually turned blood-red.

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[Coming Soon: The Fragrant, Delicate Beauty of Hong Kong]

Before setting sail, Han Linxiao entrusted his fiancée to his good friend Lu Chen, who was visiting family on the mainland. “Take good care of her. If I don’t make it back, find her a good man to marry.”

As he cared for Su Yu, Lu Chen’s way of addressing her changed from “sister-in-law” to “A Yu,” and later, he began calling her by the pet name Han Linxiao used: “Jiaojiao.”

“Jiaojiao, have a child for me.”

He stroked her half-dry hair at the nape of her neck and murmured beside her trembling ear.

Lu Cheng was aloof and stern, and had always kept his distance from his family. The only person he regarded differently was his nephew, Lu Chen. But lately, Lu Chen, whose prospects had once been so bright, had done something outrageous: to please the canary he was secretly keeping, he had not only refused an arranged marriage but also intended to bring her into the family as his wife.

On a rainy night, Lu Cheng returned to Hong Kong and found a woman collapsed on the hillside. She was breathtakingly beautiful, and the trembling glance she gave him when she awoke left him instantly dazed.

Lu Cheng pursued her in a simple, heavy-handed way, offering her houses, property, cash, and jade. But she was unmoved, so he bought an old-established auction house, all to win a smile from his beloved.

At last, the woman deigned to come see a few antique treasures. Lu Cheng had reserved a front-row VIP seat, but then he saw Lu Chen, carrying a lady’s handbag, respectfully greet him. The woman held in Lu Chen’s arms glanced at him and, as his face turned livid, softly said, “Hello, Uncle.”

Theme: Cherish the person by your side