Unaccustomed to Being Cherished

For three years, Shu Cheng was kept as a canary in a gilded cage. She concealed her sharp edges, gave him her body, and lost her heart. Then the day his white moonlight returned, the head of the Jiang family, who never touched alcohol, drank himself into a stupor to shield her from it. Watching the tenderness in his eyes as he looked at another woman, Shu Cheng finally let go. After faking her death in a car accident, Shu Cheng returned to her old profession. With nothing but a single painting, Nightfall, she swept the rankings across the board. When they met again, the once cold and indifferent head of the Jiang family spent a fortune just for the chance to see her. In a secluded corner, the man pinned her against the wall, eyes red as he pleaded, “Darling, stay by my side.” Shu Cheng turned her head and smiled. “Then beg me.”