On the Night He Stole the Bride, I Drove My Contract Husband Wild

Mu Nuannuan’s life fell apart the day her older sister died in an accident. The family business teetered on the brink of collapse, and her father went gray overnight. She cast aside her dignity, barged into the wedding everyone in the city was watching, and put a price on herself, selling herself to the most powerful man in Jiangcheng. Qi Yuhang was her only buyer. Under the terms of a contract, he gave her money and protection, while she kept other women away from him and played the part of his loving wife. In public, he held her by the waist, but never closed his eyes when he kissed her. In private, he warned her coldly, “Mu Nuannuan, don’t expect anything beyond the contract.” She never forgot the first night she was forced to move into his home. He stood at the top of the stairs, his gaze frozen over, and never spared her a glance. Mu Nuannuan figured he must hate her, the brazen flower who had forced herself on him. So she never crossed the line. She quietly played the role of a tool, right up until the contract expired and she packed her bags to leave. What she didn’t know was that just beneath Qi Yuhang’s heart, right beside its most vulnerable spot, he had a tiny line of text tattooed: “My Aurora.” She had always been his only dawn.