Report, President Qin: Your Wife Has Climbed the Wall and Run Away Again

Yu Xia’s scumbag father married her off to a bald old man. Qin Yan claimed her as his own, keeping her like a treasured possession. From then on, Yu Xia began trying to escape.

Qin Yan thought he had brought home a little bunny, but it turned out to be a little fox, the kind that goes wild and bites. He struggled with the fox every day, exhausted and constantly caught off guard, while Yu Xia stayed full of energy, always thinking up ways to cause trouble. She wasn’t a caged bird. She tried every way she could to escape her cage and see the vast grasslands and glaciers.

Qin Yan, however, only wanted Yu Xia to depend on him, stay home every day, and wait alone for him to return. His eyes narrowed coldly. “I want you, Yu Xia. You know I always have. Don’t even think you can escape my grasp.”

“Xiaxia, you smell so good. How do you always smell this good?”

Qin Yan leaned closer and breathed her in deeply, his expression rapt. His fingers slowly traced Yu Xia’s face, then pressed hard against one of her wounds. They stopped at her collarbone and went no farther. Yu Xia was in pain but didn’t make a sound. Heaven knew how long he had yearned for that world-weary face before him.

Yu Xia had been fifteen then, and he was eighteen, just beginning to fall in love. He had only just managed to get a little closer to her when she left. No matter how hard he searched, he couldn’t find her. That obsession lasted eight years. Who could understand his torment? Now that he had found her, how could he let her go?