Wen Lan was thriving in the entertainment industry and had become a household-name star.
But in the eyes of the wealthy and powerful, she was no more than decoration at their banquets.
Luckily, Wen Lan was socially savvy, and even at the table she always knew how to handle herself.
When faced with unsavory desires, she could always find a graceful way out without being so blunt that she offended anyone.
Until one private banquet, where someone deliberately tried to embarrass her, egging the crowd on to have the actress dance for them.
She was the only one there with a background in dance, and everyone's eyes turned to her.
As Wen Lan was figuring out how to refuse, a voice suddenly came from the inner room: "I wonder if Mr. Fu is here?"
As soon as the words were spoken, the doors to the inner room slowly swung open, and the real heavyweights of the private banquet appeared.
The man seated at the head of the table slowly raised his eyes. The lights revealed a cold austerity in his gaze. His presence was detached and unfathomable.
Fu Zhaowen, Mr. Fu.
The story went that a girl who loved dancing had once hurt him. Ever since, no one dared arrange a dance at any event he attended.
Everyone fell silent. The person who had started the uproar gave an awkward laugh and explained, "Mr. Fu, I really didn't know you were here..."
"It's fine."
Fu Zhaowen spoke in a cool, distant voice. His gaze passed over everyone and landed casually on Wen Lan's eyes. "You, dance."
Wen Lan: "..."
*
She knew perfectly well that he was doing it to get back at her.
Three years ago, she had been Fu Zhaowen's pet canary. Every day, he was the first and last person she saw.
Then she used every trick at her disposal to escape his grasp and enjoyed several years of freedom. Who could have guessed that, after all the twists and turns, she would end up back in his hands?
*
Later, in a dim corner, Wen Lan curled up as his imposing shadow completely enveloped her.
Fu Zhaowen looked down at her. "Wen Lan, I told you, no matter how far you run, I'll bring you back."
He crouched down, his eyes half-lowered.
"So you'd better accept me."
An old flame reignited | Coercive romance | A powerful man humbly begs for love
Theme: Love and freedom
