You Can't Get Away, Good Girl

In public, he was the benefactor who had taken her and her mother in, the Mr. Yin she was supposed to treat with the utmost respect.

In private, he was her opium garden at night.

She had only wanted to repay the kindness he had shown her in her previous life, but instead, she became a flower clinging to him.

He was fiercely possessive and couldn't stand her having even the slightest contact with anyone else. He lifted her chin, his eyes deep and dark. "You belong here, in the Yin residence."

When he was about to get married, everyone said she was a burden and had no place by his side.

Then she heard that Yin Sili had a beloved woman whose voice was remarkably like hers, and her heart died.

He grabbed her. "Didn't you love me? Is your love for me really so worthless?"

She smiled and slipped away. "Mr. Yin, when did I ever say I loved you?"