Joy at Dusk

Domineering Warlord vs. Cool, Refined Socialite In the turbulent years of the Republic, smoke filled the skies and hidden fragrances drifted through the air. Nothing was more moving than love. On a rainy night, one look was all it took for him to want her. He was the ruthless Second Master, a warlord who never hesitated to kill. She was the impoverished granddaughter of a prominent official from the former dynasty. With just one glance, he decided she would be his. He forced his love on her and kept her by his side, while she gave him her body, but not her heart. He showered her with gold, jewels, and the finest qipaos, making her the envy of all Beiping. People said, “Song Qinghuang is so ungrateful. She’s always making Young Master Shang lose face,” while Young Master Shang seemed to enjoy every moment of it. He said, “I prefer her being heartless and a little calculating to her simply being obedient.” Later, when war broke out, he sent her somewhere safe. But she threw herself into his arms. “This is the safest place of all.”