◆ Gentle, petite wife x deranged mixed-race big shot | sweetly obedient x nasty
◆ Male lead is of German-Italian heritage | coercive possessiveness | size difference | goes dark and crazy for love
01/
Three years into her marriage, Ji Shuman often felt that all the good luck in the first half of her life had been spent on meeting her husband.
So when she married him, Ji Shuman sincerely wanted to be a good wife: gentle, considerate, devoted to the household, and faithful. She followed him without hesitation when he was posted to Italy. They supported one another, and their life was peaceful and steady.
Until one night, after her husband got drunk at a business dinner, a waiter called and asked her to come pick him up at a Tuscan estate.
But she couldn't find her husband. The only person there was his superior.
The man had sharply defined Western features and an elegant Eastern air. His deep gray-green eyes held a frenzy that came after his desires had been fully sated, and he looked ready to devour her whole.
Lu Mingji had warned her that Mo Yuchuan had no limits, was ruthless, and did whatever he pleased. It was best not to provoke him.
Ji Shuman took his words to heart and behaved herself as Mrs. Lu.
02/
The nights in Tuscany were far too chaotic and long. Wine, olive trees, and the heat of a man's breath mingled like a hazy, feverish dream.
The man's damp, burning breath brushed her ear. His obsession was almost pathological. "Take me... I know you want me too..."
A chaotic few days, trapped against a broad chest, lost in a reckless blur without day or night.
When she came to her senses, Ji Shuman thought she must have gone mad.
She fled in a panic and never appeared again.
03/
But Mo Yuchuan had no intention of letting her go.
In the parking garage beneath her new home, on the terrace of a banquet hall, on a cruise ship's deck, on the lawn of a private estate, in a park...
And in her bathroom.
Even with her husband just on the other side of a wall, Mo Yuchuan made no effort to hide what he was doing. He seized her forcefully and pulled her into his arms.
Her husband's voice, searching for her, came from outside the door. Inside, the bathtub steamed, and the warm, dusky glow lingered.
Ji Shuman bit down hard on her lip, holding back every sound, clutching the man's soaked lapel and begging him through her tears.
But the smile in those gray-green eyes only deepened. When he sensed her desire at its height, the man deliberately stopped, keeping her at arm's length and refusing to continue, wickedly pretending to be innocent.
"You're so afraid he'll hear you. What are we going to do..."
"You're crying up there and down here too. Tell me, which part do you want me to comfort first?"
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Blurb saved on 2026/8/26, to be revised later.
Theme: Love fears nothing
