What Does He Have That I Don’t?

– Zhuilian has a secret. She spent three years with a madman. * Then the madman died. Zhuilian got a new life. But her husband, whom she had dated for three years because he resembled the man she loved and had just married, was becoming more and more like him. * Every night, while Zhuilian slept soundly, Yu Peizhi practiced smiling at his reflection in the mirror, shaping his lips into a curve that made him look more like Zhuilian’s dead beloved. But soon, his fist would suddenly slam into the glass. Cracks spread across the mirror like a spiderweb, and shards fell to the floor. His face twisted, his eyes filled with venomous resentment. “What’s so great about him?” A twisted, neurotic, powerful male lead x a truly frail, ordinary female lead. Coercive romance, no regard for morality, and an unconventional substitute story. A dark tone, wildly melodramatic and downright sinister. This is pure wish fulfillment, and the male lead is a real piece of work! – My next book will be The Mad Dog’s Inheritance. Please add it to your favorites! I also have plenty of darkly flavored upcoming stories in my author profile, so feel free to check them out if you’re interested. Here’s the blurb: - The day my family went bankrupt, Alexei came to my new apartment: cramped, old, and coated in dust. When Alexei was at his poorest, he worked as a waiter in the dining hall at the elite high school I attended. Sharp-boned, with a stern face and gray-blue eyes frozen over like the Siberian tundra He had a face so beautiful it made people want to keep him as their dog, a stunning Chinese-Russian mixed-race face that defied all reason. That was what I thought, and that was exactly what I did. So I used to be his owner, and he was the mad dog I abandoned, the sick dog I threw out onto the street. The day he was hospitalized because of me, I was dancing at a bar. He begged me to visit him. Impatiently, I said no. I don’t visit poor Russians. I’m not letting you jinx my fortune. Then I hung up immediately. Now I was sunk into a peeling leather sofa, looking up at Alexei. His black overcoat was impeccably tailored, and a limited-edition metal watch gleamed on his wrist. He still had that impossibly handsome face, but he was no longer a poor dog. He was the famous Wall Street mad wolf. Still, I looked down on him from my seat. “What are you here for? To laugh at me?” Alexei fell silent for a moment, then suddenly smiled. Then he tossed a document down in front of me: A transfer agreement for all the assets in his name. My eyes widened. “Alexei, have you lost your mind? What’s wrong with you? If you’re going crazy, go get treated!” “Yes, I’m crazy.” Alexei grinned. “Jiali, even if I die, I’ll crawl back from hell to find you, ” He grabbed my hand and forcefully pressed it against the most vulnerable spot on his neck. “Master, you’ll never get rid of me.” And so I returned to my life of luxury and indulgence, living even more extravagantly than before. But Alexei grew more and more unstable. His gaze on me was sticky and damp, like a snake’s, and whenever he looked at anyone near me, his eyes were so venomous it was as if he’d cursed them. On my birthday, he gave me a black velvet box. It held no jewelry, just a severed body part wearing a family signet ring, belonging to a man who had tried to take me home after a party. Alexei wrapped his arms around me from behind and kissed my hair, enraptured. “Master, do you like it?” “If you want more…” He continued, “The one who heard you singing at the bar yesterday? Or the one who rode the Ferris wheel with you the day before? Or, ” “Want them all?” Alexei’s voice was so gentle, but his words sent a chill down my spine. At last, I understood: he really was crazy. I’d never be able to get rid of him in this lifetime. * Alexei once thought Jiali was the most deserving of curses of any woman in the world. She was so ordinary-looking, yet so wicked that it was appalling. Her words were so cutting and cruel they could make people scream. She always acted like some high-and-mighty rich girl. Worst of all, she was faithless and heartless. Once she was tired of him, she threw him out without a second thought. Like trash she’d swept away, as if she’d never cared about it in the first place. He once swore that the next time he saw Jiali, he would make her pay. When the day finally came and Jiali fell on hard times, he was thrilled, his blood boiling with excitement. But that excitement didn’t lead to revenge. Instead, he went mad for her. He offered up every asset he owned in a fit of obsession, letting her take whatever she wanted. By day, he was a ruthless Wall Street businessman. At night, he went home, knelt down to wash her feet, and called her Master with adoration. As long as he could keep her by his side, Alexei was willing to do anything. And of course Warning off those little mistresses, numbers two, three, and four, was surely something the first wife had to do, right? The blurb is written in first person, while the main story is in third person. A sharp-tongued rich girl at an elite high school x a truly poor, devastatingly handsome Chinese-Russian mixed-race mad dog. A wish-fulfillment story. The female lead is not a virgin, while the male lead is. The female lead has low morals and no manners, and is genuinely sharp-tongued. Theme: Building a healthy view of love