Folding Evening Jade

"This is your future mistress, Qiao Wanyu." Xiao Mogu, the master of the Spirit Sword Pavilion, led a delicate beauty with snow-white skin and lips red as maple leaves to stand before the master's seat.

Under the master's imposing authority, none of the disciples dared take a close look.

Only Qin Wuxuan, the senior disciple who had always revered the master, surveyed the beauty from head to toe with a wicked smile.

*

At a young age, Qin Wuxuan had reached the Sword Lord realm. He was the Spirit Sword Pavilion master's most prized pupil, had been betrothed to the master's son, Xiao Yingxue, since childhood, and was friends with the young genius who led Plum Blossom Island. Everyone praised him as a promising young talent.

But after the various sects joined forces to hunt him down and he lost all his martial arts, Qin Wuxuan retreated to Heartbreak Cliff and finally saw the truth: the master he revered most had killed his father; the junior brother he cherished treated him as a substitute; and his most trusted friend only wanted to use him to obtain a martial arts manual...

Qin Wuxuan threw back his head and laughed. Blood stained half his clothes. With bloodshot eyes, he carved the faces of everyone present into the depths of his soul. "You insignificant fools think you can capture me? If I survive, the day I return will be the day you die!"

Before anyone could react, the gravely wounded Qin Wuxuan leaped off the ten-thousand-foot cliff.

When he awoke again, he had returned to the day he had become Xiao Mogu's disciple. He touched his forehead and smiled.

What should he do to make these scum wish they were dead?

*

In his revenge plan, Qiao Wanyu was the one unexpected complication.

At first, he simply couldn't stand the thought of such a stunning, delicate beauty marrying a scoundrel like Xiao Mogu.

Gradually, his heart grew greedy. Dressed in black, he sneaked into the beauty's bedroom and repeatedly stole kisses from those red lips.

The beauty awoke and pressed a hand against his shoulder, her voice trembling. "Are you a disciple of the Spirit Sword Pavilion? Do you know I'm going to be your master's wife?"

"M-Master's wife?" Qin Wuxuan repeated the words, his excitement growing. He pinned both of the beauty's wrists above their head with one hand, lowered his head, and teased the jade-white earlobe with his lips. "Of course I know, my dear master's wife."

Red candles dimmed behind gauzy curtains, while the fragrance of tuberose drifted through the air.

A deeply corrupted, reborn revenge-seeking top x a beautiful, seemingly innocent but secretly calculating bottom who has a crush on him

Some [fake melodramatic stepmother romance] x [couple-team-up-for-revenge romance]

Theme: Never bow to evil.