[Ruthless, sinister powerful man x fallen aristocratic family's sweet, delicate little princess]
Blurb:
Qin Suhe married into the old aristocratic Field Lancaster family because the Qin family went bankrupt.
On their wedding night,
The silver-haired man was hauntingly handsome, his presence oppressive. He gripped her slender waist and warned her coldly, "I married you because we both get something out of it. I'll keep the Qin family afloat, and you can help me with my nightmares. There's someone else in my heart, so don't get any ideas."
Qin Suhe replied, "All right."
A year later, with Qin Suhe's help, Field Lancaster was completely cured of his nightmare disorder.
Qin Suhe had also been pampered until she was sleek and well-fed, with a bulging wallet and her escape all planned out.
That very day, she pulled out the divorce papers, but the furious silver-haired man tore them to shreds.
He gripped Qin Suhe by the waist again and pinned her against the headboard. This time, though, his warning was edged with panic: "Don't leave me."
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Later, determined to win her back, Field forgot all about the woman he'd once loved. He plucked the stars from the sky for Qin Suhe, pampered her in the palm of his hand, and worried even over a single hair falling from her head.
But one day, Field accidentally discovered that the woman who had saved his life three years ago, the one he'd loved from afar, was the very same Eastern beauty before him, the woman who kept him awake night after night and whom he couldn't let go.
And so the ruthless industry mogul who struck terror into the hearts of everyone in their circle, the head of the Lancaster family, lowered his noble silver head and begged her, "Forgive me."
The young woman lifted her fair, delicate face, her big eyes shining like a deer's.
She smiled sweetly. "Dream on."
Only then did Field realize that his little moon had grown sharp little claws.
The kind that scratch.
But even a gray wolf was helpless against a fluffy rabbit showing its claws.
All he could do was approach her carefully. Even when she scratched his face, he was more than happy to take it.
He'd brought her in, scared her away, and spoiled her until she had claws.
There was nothing he could do about it.
I love the moon, and I'm incurably lovesick.
"The night walked down the sky with the moon in his hand."
-N.D. Wilson
**Notes:
1. Both leads are devoted only to each other.
2. The male lead is older by eight years.
3. The events, places, and names in this story are all fictional and unrelated to reality.
Theme: Find the happiness that belongs to you.
