The Powerful Young Master’s Love for His Ex-Wife

Cold, heartless, and extreme, he is Qingcheng’s most eligible bachelor. But after an unexpected financial crisis, he gives in to a business marriage. The woman he marries is good for nothing but bringing him business benefits and warming his bed.

Easygoing, generous, and devoted, she is the open-minded daughter of the Song family. But because of a love she can’t speak of, the usually uncompetitive woman wrests the chance to marry him from her half-sister and becomes his wife in name and law. She survives her stepmother’s schemes, her sister’s taunts, and the gossip, but in the end, she still loses to his coldness.

When she finally lets go and leaves, battered and bruised, he uses every means at his disposal to hunt her down, clip her wings, and hurt her. Little does he know that in the end, it is his own heart that gets hurt.

A love story of ruthless possession.

Excerpt One:

She struggles with all her might, her voice turning rough. “Huang Tanzhuo, you bastard! Let me go!”

“Let you go? That depends on whether you can get pregnant!”

“You bastard, you bastard!” His icy words hit her ears, and Song Yiwei lies motionless on the bed as if she has drowned, her mind gone blank.

“You know I’m a clean freak. I don’t like changing women once I’ve gotten used to them.” Huang Tanzhuo gets up and smooths his wrinkled shirt, glancing at the unmoving woman from the corner of his eye.

Excerpt Two:

Chen Jing ignores the secretary’s attempts to stop her and strides into his office. She throws a stack of papers in front of him and sneers, “Huang Tanzhuo, I guarantee that hurting Xiaowei will be the biggest regret of your life. You have no idea what you mean to her. You’re her faith, do you understand?”

Excerpt Three:

At the far end of the red carpet, a woman steps out of a car wearing a shimmering backless gown. Her slender fingers lightly gather her long, ocean-like curls. Her bright eyes turn toward the gathering cameras, and a faint smile curves her lips. She is breathtaking.

Just as she is about to take a step, an arm wraps around her waist and pulls her tightly against its owner.

Song Yiwei looks up at the man radiating coldness and asks irritably, “Huang Tanzhuo, are you sick?”

The man tightens his arm around her waist and admits openly, “Yes, I am. That’s why I let you escape my grasp.” Then, despite his usual aversion to the media, he puts an arm around her and strikes an extremely intimate pose for the cameras.