Absolute Trap

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Cold, sharp-tongued B-king CEO * Scheming, flirtatious perfumer

Deliberate seduction * Fall from grace

Everyone in Beicheng knew that Su Shiyi, the illegitimate daughter of the Su family who was never accepted, had a bewitchingly beautiful face and was a master of schemes.

The Yin family was one of the top elite families, and its heir, Yin Yan, was cold-hearted and ruthless, above all despising being deceived or used.

When she learned that her father and stepmother were plotting to take the company she had built with her own hands, Su Shiyi made up her mind to stop Yin Yan outside a reception.

To her surprise, the man remained unmoved. Seated in the back of a Rolls-Royce, his profile cold and distinguished, he tossed out a light, mocking remark.

"Try a different excuse to hit on me next time."

They met for the second time at a Yin family dinner.

She greeted him as his younger brother's fiancée. As their hands met, his fingertip seemed to brush over her palm, sending a tingling shiver through her.

Su Shiyi deliberately got close to him, engineered chance encounters, and blocked his way on the golf course.

She raised her face and looked straight at him. "I've already broken off my engagement to your brother."

The man glanced up, his voice indifferent. "What are you trying to say?"

She smiled brightly and answered without hesitation. "I want to be your ally."

Yin Yan turned away with disdain, his raised brows seeming to mock her for overestimating herself.

*

Not long after control of the Su Group changed hands, the perfume brand Su Shiyi had built from the ground up officially launched, and her net worth multiplied more than a thousandfold in the blink of an eye.

At the shareholders' meeting, she watched her father and stepmother plead with her, their faces deathly pale, and felt wonderful. That weekend, she booked a flight abroad for a vacation.

She even blocked a certain useful tool on WeChat.

On the very night she was enjoying the sun, beach, and handsome men, someone knocked on her door.

Su Shiyi opened it in her bathrobe and saw Yin Yan standing outside, weary from the journey and wearing a gloomy expression.

He pressed her against the door, his dark eyes fixed on her. "What do you mean by this?"

Su Shiyi curled her red lips. "It means Mr. Yin is far too noble for me to reach."

He gripped her chin and sneered. "Now that you've used me, are you eager to cut ties?"

Su Shiyi was speechless for a moment.

Was it really that obvious?

With a bang, the door shut. Yin Yan pinned her against the wall, leaving her unable to move.

He held her wrist, his dark eyes fixed on her. His voice was low and husky, almost coaxing.

"I'm the one who's reaching above my station."

He/Double C

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Synopsis of Sickly Devotion:

Mad, roguish CEO * Sickly beauty

Rekindled love * Mutual salvation

Yu Qingwan was Lincheng's famous sickly beauty, a delicate flower raised in a greenhouse, with skin like ice and bones like jade. People joked that even a few steps would be enough for the wind to blow her over.

Then the Rong family, who had taken her in, went bankrupt overnight.

Old Master Rong died suddenly of a heart attack, and his adopted daughter Yu Qingwan was about to be thrown out and become the laughingstock of Lincheng.

At the funeral, Yu Qingwan saw the culprit who had orchestrated the Rong family's bankruptcy.

A light rain fell over the cemetery. The man stepped out of a Cayenne in a black suit. Tall and imposing, he seemed like Yama himself come to claim a soul.

Of all the people who had once bullied and betrayed him, only Yu Qingwan remained.

In the rain, she knelt before the grave, her frail, slender body trembling, yet no one dared to hold an umbrella over her.

He crouched down, gripped her chin, and forced her face toward the tombstone.

Feeling her shiver, He Sheng leaned close to her ear and curled his lips in cruel satisfaction. "The tree you've been clinging to has finally fallen."

"And now you can only come begging to me."

Yu Qingwan clenched her lips, then suddenly turned her head and bit hard into his palm.

She lifted her face and said, word by word, "In your dreams."

Even as blood began to seep out, the man still did not let go.

His smile was cold. "Unfortunately, you have no choice."

*

One day, a series of photos of emerging artist Yu Qingwan's paintings went viral online.

In the photos, the woman wore a black brocade modern Chinese-style dress, her skin white as snow and her waist slender enough to fit in one's hands.

At an auction, her acclaimed dark oil painting, Evil Deeds, was bought by a mysterious bidder for the astronomical price of one hundred million dollars.

The next day, the media astonishingly caught the head of the He family, rumored to have the worst reputation and no appreciation for art, attending Yu Qingwan's private exhibition.

A reporter nervously stepped forward. "Mr. He, may I ask what about this painting has kept you here for so long?"

He Sheng stared at the painting without blinking. "The artist."

"And..."

He lazily raised his eyes, his tone impatient. "Is there a problem with my wife painting me?"

"And you paid the astronomical price of one hundred million dollars..."

"To spoil her."

*

Online comments poured in, all lamenting how a delicate beauty could have ended up in the hands of the devilish head of the He family, surely against her will.

"Now that she's been claimed by that man from the He family, won't the sickly beauty get so frightened that her condition worsens within a few days?"

Not long afterward, another series of photos appeared.

In them, the fearsome head of the He family was crouched down, holding a bowl of medicine and patiently feeding the sickly beauty. He did not even care that medicine had stained his sleeve.

He softened his voice and coaxed her gently. "Be good, Wanwan. Just one more sip."

It didn't matter how long he lived.

His Wanwan had to live to be a hundred.

Without you, I would become nothing but evil.

Muck * A flower blooming in the muck

Wolf * Rabbit

Double C / Happy Ending

Theme: Love requires sincerity