Sleeping With Wolves

Miss Han, a gentleman has expressed his desire to invite you for a late-night snack after the reception

She cast a cold glance at the check: "Please tell him, I did not ... ... "

Her eyes were suddenly seared by the writing on the check. Of course, it was not the countless zeros on the paper that burned her, but the bold and vigorous signature—Han Zhuochen

These three words alone caused her heart to be filled with layers of entangled cocoons, scattered and fragmented

In this moment, reason urged her to escape quickly, to not look at him even once, not even a glance. Yet, she still uncontrollably glanced around, frantically searching for the figure from her memories

Twelve years ago

Han Qianwu has always believed that her adoption by Han Zhuochen was destined. Destiny placed her beside the murderer of her father, and destiny also made her fall in love with him

At that time, her entire family was killed, and he was the "culprit." He did not know her identity and inadvertently kept her by his side.

The most terrifying man in this world speaks to her softly: "You are mine, and you can only think of me."

When she saw him again, all her affection turned to hatred. She said to him in a voice loud enough for those around to hear: "I miss you so much... Dad."

His muscles suddenly tensed up

Her smile was even more radiant as she prepared to release her hold on him, eager to see the extent of the surrounding people's astonishment

He suddenly reached out his hands, tightly embracing her waist, holding her firmly in his arms: "I miss you too, Mrs. Han"