Also known as "His Sacred Mountain".
Dampness, paranoia, control and desire to attack (year-old) vs. Stubbornness, tolerance, love, freedom and suffering.
"If you tame me, we will need each other." - "The Little Prince"
Chen Qi hated Lu Changye from the day he was selected by Lu Changye.
In the eyes of the Chen family, exchanging a bastard for a project worth tens of millions is simply a waste. So, they happily pushed Chen Qi into the fire pit.
What Riku Nagano wants is a beautiful decoration that is absolutely obedient.
Chen Qi is not allowed to go home later than 21 o'clock, and Chen Qi is not allowed to interact with men...
Instead, there are piano lessons, wine tasting classes, and even etiquette classes.
"The corners of your mouth should be raised a little more, and your eyes should be gentler." Lu Changye pinched Chen Qi's chin, "Think about grandma, and see if you can laugh?"
Lu Changye liked to see Chen Qi's fangs hidden under his obedience.
That makes the taste of control even sweeter.
…
On a rainy night, grandma's skinny hands held Chen Qi tightly: "Let's go! My little Qi is like the wind in the mountains and fields, it should be blown to the horizon!"
Grandma's hand loosened, and Chen Qi's only concern was gone.
On the phone screen, incoming calls kept flashing.
Chen Qi threw his cell phone into the abandoned medical bucket in disgust, turned around and disappeared into the rainy night.
**
Chen Qi fled to Gannan and used all his savings to buy a small B&B.
Open when business is good, and take group hikes when business is bad.
During the rainy season, there are few tourists.
A black off-road vehicle that was out of place in the town was parked in front of the B&B.
The car window was lowered, and the man with a handsome face stared at Chen Qi through the rain curtain.
He pushed the door open and got out of the car, his expensive leather shoes stepping on the muddy water as he approached step by step.
Finally, he stopped in front of the counter, covered in clammy moisture, and a shadow enveloped Chen Qi.
"Have you had enough fun, Mrs. Lu?"
Small Theater
Later, at a top-notch dinner, Chen Qi attended as Lu Changye's partner.
The shoelaces were loose, and Mr. Lu, who had always been too high-minded, knelt down on one knee in front of half of the upper class.
When he stood up, he intentionally or unintentionally pulled up the cuffs of his suit.
A snow-white bandage was wrapped around his wrist, and dazzling blood stains smeared out.
Chen Qi's eyes dropped: "What's wrong with the hand?"
Lu Changye rubbed Chen Qi's fingertips with his injured wrist.
"I was so feverish last night that I called you, but you didn't respond. I looked for you everywhere... And then I saw the fruit knife on the coffee table."
Lu Changye tilted his head slightly, showing a pale and beautiful smile.
"I just want to try... How you felt at that time, whether it hurt or not."
"Chen Qi, that's fair, right?"
"Now, would you like to give me some painkillers?"
Intention: If you love, please learn to love.
