[Powerful, calculating, mature male lead x growth-oriented heroine who schemes to get close to him]
Everyone in Beicheng’s upper circle knew that Cen Yan was Gao Tingshen’s pampered little songbird.
Even when she named an astronomical price for a barren plot of land at an auction, he merely raised an eyebrow. “A little practice building your nerve. Good for you.”
Some onlookers even thought they saw a hint of approval in his eyes.
It was as if Cen Yan could blow a hole in the sky, and he would patch it up for her while praising her for her cleverness.
What no one knew was that Cen Yan had gone to great lengths to get close to him in the first place only because she had heard he carried a torch for someone else.
She was just waiting for that woman to return, so she could make a quick exit.
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Two years later, the woman Gao Tingshen was rumored to love returned to the country in grand fashion.
With her long, slightly curled hair, she said scornfully, “You think you can steal him from me after just two years?”
“No, I can’t,” Cen Yan said, shaking her head with tears in her eyes. “I can only take the villas, the storefronts, the luxury apartment, and enough savings to spend the rest of my life in comfort.”
With money, good looks, and no need to pretend to be a fooling little songbird, how could this not be a happy ending after all that hardship?
That night, beneath the hazy moonlight, the bedside lamps cast a dim glow over the room’s lingering sensuality.
Cen Yan carefully lifted one corner of the covers. Her toes had barely touched the floor when the man behind her spoke in a rich, low voice. “You’re going to use me and then leave?”
She stiffened, unsure what to do. The man stretched out an arm, pulled her slender waist toward him, and pinned her beneath him with overwhelming strength.
He chuckled. “Yanyan, who said you could walk away unscathed without my permission?”
He had known all along that her intentions were impure, yet he had pretended not to notice and let her have her way.
But the price she would have to pay was a lifetime.
Theme: To be determined
