Mutual Conquest

Originally titled “Unrestrained”

The relationship between Shang Mingsheng and Jian Feng is an evenly matched contest.

Shang Mingsheng is hypocritical and cold, while Jian Feng is selfish and spoiled. Unlike most people, they met when they spotted each other in a crowd, each recognizing in the other the same aura they themselves possessed: someone who carelessly flaunted their charm. As Jian Feng put it, it was a scumbag-detecting radar that let one scumbag identify another.

Neither of them took the relationship seriously at first. All their apparent devotion was just a way of probing each other further. But some people are born to keep one another in check. They are alike yet different, and perhaps everything had already spiraled out of control from the moment they glimpsed the brokenness and darkness each had kept hidden.

One is an experienced hunter who weaves a web using devotion as a weapon. But the other is no naive prey. He is cunning and sharp, secretly hiding his fangs and claws, using feigned weakness as a pass to pretend he has fallen into the trap of his own accord.

They seem to know nothing about love, yet gradually lose themselves in this game. They long for each other while remaining on guard. Only truly possessing one another can keep these timid cowards from fleeing in fear when their true feelings are touched. They charge ahead through false affection, yet become utterly vulnerable in the face of pure love. They love each other, but neither wants to admit it, and neither dares to. In the end, conquest becomes their final excuse.

This must be the strangest relationship in the world: hunter and prey, each conquering the other in a mutual conquest.

A clichéd, melodramatic love story.

A seemingly gentle but actually cold scumbag gong × a proud, flamboyant, scheming scumbag shou

Shang Mingsheng is the gong, Jian Feng is the shou. Gong-centric story.

The two have bizarre values. Don’t take them seriously, and remember that the characters’ values don’t represent the author’s.

My writing is at an elementary-school level. If you don’t like it, just leave without telling me. Thanks, mwah.

Theme: A clichéd, melodramatic love story