Intoxicated by Her Sweet Allure

Everyone says Zhou Yinli is the epitome of grace and purity, too lofty to approach. But Song Qinghuan alone knows that the more proper he is by day, the wilder he is at night. She longs to drag him down from his pedestal, thinking that love will come with time. She never expects Zhou Yinli to be a ravenous wolf who can never be satisfied. Song Qinghuan goes to great lengths to win the wedding she wants, only to spend their wedding night alone in the bridal chamber while Zhou Yinli goes to welcome his first love home from abroad, leaving her to become a laughingstock. She hears him say, “You thought I’d take a game of sex without feelings seriously?” Everyone says Song Qinghuan was almost too late, and yet still too early. If Chi Feiwan had returned just a little sooner, Song Qinghuan would never have become Mrs. Zhou. She clings to her title as Mrs. Zhou, though it means nothing, watching him carouse day and night. Her heart turns cold, and she is the one who asks for a divorce first. After signing the papers, she boards a flight overseas, only to be seized and brought back mid-journey. Zhou Yinli looks down at her in her disheveled state. “Who gave you permission to leave?” Song Qinghuan grits her teeth. “Your first love is back. Can’t you at least let me live?” Zhou Yinli grips her chin. “Song Qinghuan, you know perfectly well which of us treated the other as a substitute.” “Whether it’s a way out or a dead end, you can only get there through me.” Later, someone sees the haughty Young Master Zhou kneeling outside a hospital room, his eyes red. “I pray with my life that Huanhuan will be safe and sound.” In the barren, endless land of his heart, she is the last rose.