A Contract Marriage Turns into Pure Love with a World-Weary Young Lady

[Revising]

The Bo family paid a fortune to buy Shen Yu and planted her at Bo Sitan’s side as a spy.

They’d been married for over a month, yet Shen Yu hadn’t so much as climbed into bed with her. She’d barely even seen Bo Sitan.

Then, at a birthday banquet, Shen Yu unexpectedly witnessed Bo Sitan losing control.

In the banquet hall, where undercurrents swirled, Bo Sitan was elegant and aloof, commanding the room with effortless ease. The cool composure bred by absolute power was almost sensual.

The next moment, under the ghastly lights of a damp restroom, the young head of the Bo family clutched the sink and bent forward, trembling. Her delicate shoulder blades jutted out, so gaunt they seemed about to pierce her skin.

Seeing her contract wife in such a vulnerable state, Shen Yu lowered her eyes, hiding her amusement, and stepped forward obediently. “Need any help, Ms. Bo?”

“Get lost.” Bo Sitan’s voice was hoarse, but her tone remained forceful.

Shen Yu obediently stepped back and was about to leave when she was pulled into a stall.

Her skin scorching hot, her eyes clouded and unfocused, Bo Sitan rasped out an order:

“Touch me!”

Shen Yu laughed, thinking someone had drugged her. She pressed a fingertip straight into the soft warmth of Bo Sitan’s mouth, sliding it past her tongue.

A sharp slap struck Shen Yu across the face, leaving it burning.

The second time Bo Sitan lost control was on a sultry night.

Amid the swirling shisha smoke, Bo Sitan’s fair skin flushed inch by inch. She tipped her head back and struggled to catch her breath in the cloying sweetness of the air.

The woman who was always so cool and distant seemed possessed by a serpent of desire. Her eyes reddened at the corners, and she parted her lips in a pitiful plea. “Help me…”

Shen Yu, who had been watching coldly, was drawn closer.

Bo Sitan’s slender waist arched beautifully as she trembled. Along with the fluid spilling over her came the young heiress’s uncontrolled declarations of love.

“Don’t leave me!”

“You’re mine…”

Shen Yu’s gaze darkened. Swayed by this irresistible seduction, she leaned down and bit Bo Sitan’s cool yet sweet lips.

After a night of passion, Shen Yu awoke with a cold gun barrel pressed hard against her forehead.

Bo Sitan looked down at her coldly, her voice indifferent. “Come near me again when I’m having an episode, and I’ll kill you.”

So it had all been no more than an instinctive reaction during an episode. That feverish passion was merely the pathological obsession of a young heiress who hated life, and had nothing to do with love.

Shen Yu returned to Hong Kong in despair. Before long, she received Bo Sitan’s death certificate and her entire estate. In the first year after Bo Sitan died, Shen Yu couldn’t make sense of it.

In the second, third, and fourth years… she decided she must hate Bo Sitan.

After all, love was so brief and insubstantial. Only hatred could last.

Hatred gnawed at her heart and lungs. Shen Yu’s eyes flew open: she had been reborn, back at the very beginning of their story.

[Bonus scene]

In the dead of night, Bo Sitan jolted awake. A heavy, icy tug came from the shackle around her ankle.

Shen Yu was hidden in the shadows, her cheek pressed against the ankle chain as she stared at Bo Sitan with a look that sent chills down her spine.

“Big sister, how about we die together? Then we’ll never be apart.”

Bo Sitan frowned and slapped her without hesitation. “Shut up and go to sleep.”

Shen Yu’s lips curled into a sweet smile. Obediently, she curled up beside Sitan’s feet and fell fast asleep.

Theme: Love is a great magic that can heal anything. Even when the ending seems set, fight with everything you have to let your beloved be reborn in love.