The Moonlight Knows No Restraint

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Shen Qingli is gorgeous and bright, with a spoiled personality. She bites back and never lets anyone take advantage of her. She's a total looks fanatic, and her standards are sky-high.

Before meeting Li Helan, her impression of him was: an all-powerful young master and heir, someone who was nothing like her.

After meeting him, she thought: a stunning mixed-race beauty, exactly her type. Especially with those long-fingered, veiny hands resting lightly on her waist, and his voice cool and lonely as he asked:

“Need something?”

Everyone thought she'd gone to such lengths to join the Li Group just to climb the social ladder. Li Helan, of all people, hated nepotism most.

Yet she wasn't shown the door. Instead, everyone watched as she moved into his office and started working alongside him.

During a high-level meeting in the office, the man listened to his employees' reports with a cool, proud expression, while Shen Qingli's face grew redder and redder beside him.

She gritted her teeth and slapped away the restless hand under the table. How could anyone think he wasn't interested in women?

Shen Qingli thought she was the one in control of their relationship.

Standing upstairs, she watched the man below beg her desperately in the pouring rain.

“Are you leaving me?”

“You can think of it that way. I'm bored of you, Mr. Li.”

Then one day, she was trapped in a car, her skirt hem lifted, her eyes misty with tears.

Li Helan calmly wiped his long fingers with a disinfecting tissue, his dark eyes still. “A Li, are you still bored?”

The hands she'd once found so attractive were now driving her to the brink.

“You know what you need to call me to make me stop.”

Shen Qingli: “Daddy... I'm sorry...”

**

Most people think of Li Helan as cold, ruthless, and obsessed with profit. He was born without the ability to love, and his long years at the top have left him without a shred of warmth.

But no one knows that he waited through endless days and nights for one person. All his careful plans seemed awkward the moment he met her.

He's no saint. He has no reason to let the woman he loves get away.

Everything he has will be hers, and she can only ever be his.

Coming soon: Half-Ripe Rose

Dazzling, flirtatious heiress × abstinent, old-fashioned family patriarch

Both virgins and each other's first love | Six-year age gap | A powerful man bows to love

The unwanted daughter of the Si family had her engagement called off.

Her usual arrogant, haughty demeanor and strikingly beautiful face had brought her no shortage of romantic entanglements.

The news drew nothing but mocking laughter from the social circle.

She didn't care. She walked out into the rain, and just as she was about to cross the street, a long black car pulled up beside her.

The rear window soon rolled down. The man glanced at the high heels in Si Nian's hand, his stern expression more formidable than the damp, rainy season.

“Pathetic,” he said, enunciating every word.

Only later did Si Nian learn that this brazen man was Li Yanshen, the head of the Li family. The cheap fiance the Si family had tried so hard to marry her off to was just a nephew from some distant branch of his family.

The next time they met, the two of them were trapped in a banquet hall's lounge.

Si Nian didn't want to provoke him. She broke the door lock and was about to leave when Li Yanshen cornered her against the wall.

“You're planning to go out dressed like that?”

She turned toward the full-length mirror and saw her bare back exposed. An idea for revenge crossed her mind.

“Then I'll have to trouble you, Mr. Li.” With that, she gently hooked a finger around his and pressed his hand against her back.

Li Yanshen's eyes darkened as he slowly pulled the zipper up, inch by inch.

The two were worlds apart. No one would ever connect them.

But every night, the head of the family, a man as precious as gold, willingly let her step on him.

Only then did Si Nian see the face hidden beneath his proper, restrained mask.

“Nian Nian, what will you use if you break your toy?” His voice was husky, thick with desire.

“Mr. Li, there are plenty of men in this world.”

Li Yanshen didn't like that. He pressed her down. “Like your useless fiance?”

“Is he as good as me?”

Si Nian laughed at his jealous expression and bit hard into his Adam's apple. “Who's the pathetic one now?”

“Be good. Let's be partners in crime.”

Everyone thought Si Nian, an adopted fake heiress, was lucky just to have any connection to the Li family.

On the eve of the wedding, the media had already gathered outside. But the person who emerged from the bridal suite was the head of the Li family, a man who never involved himself in private affairs.

Dressed in this season's most exclusive couture, Si Nian leaned against the doorway, her red, swollen lips making it hard not to imagine what had just happened inside.

Ignoring the astonished looks, Li Yanshen looked straight at the stunned fiance.

“What should you call her now?”

[The rose he tended may have thorns, but he embraces them all the same.]

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