Everyone at Chenghai University knows Jiang Qiqi.
She has two symmetrical tear moles at the corners of her eyes, a head of natural slightly curly black hair, and looks like a heartless little wild cat when she smiles. She is clever and wild. She can chase her friends across three streets carrying bricks, and she can fool passers-by by setting up a tarot card booth under an overpass.
She thought she could survive four years of college in this world.
Until she provoked Cihuaxi.
The head of one of the four major families in Chenghai City was forty-three years old, gentle, peaceful, and handsome, like a white jade Buddha that had been polished by time and was flawless.
In the eyes of everyone, Mr. Ci is an absolutely decent person.
He respects cleaners, supports poor students, always wears well-tailored dark suits, and has a gentle and gentle look in his eyes.
He is also the father of her best friend Ci Yihang.
Only Jiang Qiqi knew what kind of absolute and suffocating desire for control was hidden under that starched shirt.
At first, it was just a misposted photo of an intimate wound.
Later, it was a physical comfort in the name of "elder".
He never talks about love, only rules.
"You need comfort, and I can just give it. It's just an exchange of equal value." The man wiped his slender fingers and looked condescendingly at her who was slumped on the console of the flower room.
Jiang Qiqi thought that as long as she kept her heart and bit her to death, which was just a compromise of physiological instinct, she would be able to escape after having enough fun. She can still go back to school, be her college student, and live her messy but free life.
Until the pregnancy test stick with two red lines fell on the bathroom floor of the twenty-seventh floor apartment.
The man's broad, warm palms mercilessly covered her flat belly.
In those dark brown eyes, which were always warm, there was a possessive desire that shredded all pretense.
"Since a small probability event has happened, that means."
He leaned down, his warm breath hit her ears, and his voice was as low as a curse: "Qiqi, you can't go anywhere."
He thought he was playing with fire, but in fact he was burned to the point of being burned to the bone.
Those in power who are accustomed to controlling the overall situation eventually give in to their own instincts.
Purpose: Establish a correct view of love