To Yingying

◆ Finicky beauty and malevolent ghost | Reversal and rise to power | Extreme push and pull | Cat-and-mouse game

● Down-on-his-luck, pampered sweetheart x cold, obsessive, gloomy powerful man

When Li Ying was young, her family took someone in.

The young man dressed plainly, but he was strikingly pale and beautiful, with distant, quiet eyes. He was a famous genius at school and beyond, better than her at everything.

Li Ying hated him. When the adults weren't around, she planted her white-socked foot firmly on his sneaker.

"Tan Yingjian, bow your head and kneel."

"You're nothing but my dog!"

As fate would have it, years later the Li family went bankrupt, and her parents begged the Tan family's heir to help them.

After listening, the man replied coldly, "Have Li Ying come beg me."

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Tan Yingjian, heir to a top-tier wealthy family, had a face of unparalleled beauty. He was indifferent and taciturn, but his methods were ruthless and incisive. No one dared approach or provoke him.

Now that their positions had been reversed, Li Ying, his secretary, could only rely on him and endure his endless revenge.

At first, all she did was serve tea and water and work carefully.

Then everything began to spiral out of control. Her lips were often kissed until swollen, and he bullied her until she couldn't stop crying.

A colleague even happened to glimpse through a barely open door: the boss sat with his legs crossed and merely crooked a finger. Secretary Li went over obediently, eyes red, and took the initiative to sit on his lap.

The man's voice was sticky and gloomy:

"Why are you crying? Didn't you call me your master?"

"It's normal for a dog to get bitten when you raise one."

After that, Tan Yingjian grew more and more terrifying.

No matter where she went, whom she met, or what she did, she had to report it to him. His control was overbearing and suffocating.

Li Ying couldn't take it anymore. After saving enough money, she slapped down her resignation letter and fled in the middle of the night.

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After escaping, Li Ying completely let herself go, indulging in pleasure for months.

Then one early morning, she came out of a bar, dizzy and disoriented, and got into the Maybach parked by the roadside.

Through her hazy vision, the man lightly tapped the steering wheel with his long fingers. "Had your fun? Then come home."

Drunk and confused, Li Ying let her true, shameless nature show. She grabbed his elegant black hair. "What home? You're just a stray dog I took in!"

Tan Yingjian's thin lips slowly curled into a smile.

In the middle of the night, Li Ying suddenly woke up.

Above her, the man's collarbones were sharply defined, and his eyes burned with a predatory excitement.

"The stray dog found Yingying's door."

His rotting desires rose from the coffin of old dreams. His smile was both sick and happy. "Yingying said I don't have a home."

"Then I'll lock Yingying up."

"Until we make a home."

[The nightingale dances, imprisoned in a golden cage]

What about you?

I want to pluck your submissive soul, drink in your scorching gaze,

Crush your stubborn backbone and make it into soup for me.

[A devotee kneels before the cage, longing for the nightingale's return]

Blurb preserved on May 4, 2026

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