Stolen Bride

Pei Si once loved Song Ci with all his heart, but after an accident, he forgot every last thing about her. They reunited eight years later. The once-wealthy heiress had become a cleaner. She let go of all her pride, hoping only to warm his frozen heart and make him love her once more. He seemed moved, and whispered in a moment of passion, “Song Ci, you matter to me. You’re my most meticulously crafted masterpiece.” The next moment, he pushed her straight into hell with his own hands. “So, use your body as bait and help me destroy that man, will you?” The night he personally sent her to another man’s bed, thunder and lightning raged, as if heaven itself were passing judgment. Pei Si was in a car accident and remembered everything. And the breathtaking rose stood before that mysterious man, slipping a fingertip beneath her shoulder strap. Her voice was cold and resolute. “Please erase all my memories and obliterate every trace of love and hate… Then take me.” When they met again, Pei Si’s eyes were bloodshot and his dignity lay in ruins. “Ci, please, just look at me!” The beauty lounged in the man’s arms and glanced at him. In a sweet voice, she asked, “Honey, who is he?”