A Kiss That Stings

(Updates every night at 9:00 PM) | A revenge game | Addicted to pretending | Rekindled romance

A meticulous heiress to a powerful family × A powerful figure in Beijing's social circles who has everything under control

He Yu's revenge had been planned for seven whole years.

Make her scumbag father seriously ill and get him hospitalized, land her stepsister behind bars, and drive a wedge between her stepmother and her brother's trust in each other: every move was calculated.

Only one final step remained before she could escape this cage for good and take back everything that belonged to her mother.

On a rainy night, soaked through, she once again stepped in front of Lin Xianyuan's car.

The man lowered the window. His features remained inscrutable in the night, as if he had known all along that she would show up.

"Lin Xianyuan," she said, lifting her head as rain slid from her lashes. "Let's work together one more time."

He chuckled softly, his gaze dark. "You finally came to me after keeping me waiting all this time?"

Rain pattered around them as he shifted aside to make room.

"Get in first."

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He Yu had never imagined she would cross paths with Lin Xianyuan again.

The rebellious boy who once held an umbrella over her in the rain had long since become a dignified, refined, and increasingly inscrutable power player in Beijing's social circles.

And she had fallen from heiress to a powerful family to a cornered beast with nowhere left to turn.

To complete the revenge she had spent years laying the groundwork for, she had no choice but to accept the olive branch he offered once more, becoming the thorny rose in his hand.

Just as it had been years ago: an unspoken, equal exchange.

Back then, she used his connections to win her father's favor and secure her place in the company. He used her to fend off unwanted romantic attention while keeping himself clear of entanglements.

Now she needed a marriage as a stepping stone, and he seemed more than willing to play along.

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In public, she was the gracious and poised Mrs. Lin. In private, she was the blade that cleared away obstacles for him.

Through this marriage, she gathered the He family's power into her own hands, step by step.

Her stepmother lost her position, her stepsister was locked away, and her father, confined to his sickbed, could no longer threaten her.

Then, once everything had settled, He Yu pushed the divorce agreement in front of him, her tone as calm as if she were discussing the weather:

"Mr. Lin, our marriage has nothing to do with love."

"Let's part on good terms."

Outside the window, snow was falling thick and fast.

Lin Xianyuan sat lazily on the sofa, slowly pulling off his tie.

He stood and advanced step by step, forcing her to retreat.

The items on the coffee table were swept to the floor. He Yu was forced to sit on it, looking up at the man whose expression was impossible to read.

His cool fingertips gripped her chin, and his warm breath brushed her ear:

"What a fine way to say it has nothing to do with love."

"He Yu, before you fall in love with me..."

"Don't even think about parting on good terms."

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