An obsessively doting CEO top × Stunningly beautiful, scheming seme bottom Love blossoms after initial animosity Alternatively known as The Ashes of Beauty’s Rebirth Turns Everyone to Ash Ye Zhiqiu was radiant and bold, proud and unrestrained, but it wasn’t until the brink of death that he realized his entire life had been a deceitful charade. His malicious stepmother alienated him from everyone; his trusted friend betrayed him without mercy; and Qi Xin, whom he loved for so many years, harbored ill intentions from the start, aiming only to ruin his life. For Qi Xin’s sake, Ye Zhiqiu suppressed his rebellious nature, abandoned his career and social circle, and became a gentle and understanding lover. Yet, after being drained of all worth and reduced to nothing by psychological manipulation, he received nothing more than a cold divorce notice and Qi Xin’s words— “I’m tired. I want to give him a home. Let’s get divorced.” Ye Zhiqiu finally understood that Qi Xin had always cherished an unattainable love. And he, he was merely a guaranteed win, the perfect substitute for Qi Xin’s unrequited love. Carrying all his resentment, Ye Zhiqiu plunged into the icy depths of the lake. When he awoke again, it was ten years in the past. Back at the night he first met Qi Xin. Ye Zhiqiu’s revenge began. He stripped his stepmother of everything, sending her biological child to prison, He ruined his friend’s future, leaving him disgraced, despised, and cornered, He broke Qi Xin down just as he had been broken, stripping him of dignity and dreams, making him beg at his feet… Qi Xin approached Ye Zhiqiu with malice, never expecting to fall madly in love. He was willing to be the groveling dog at Ye Zhiqiu’s feet, the receptacle of his unpredictable ire. But when he frantically searched through the pouring rain, he saw only a black umbrella in the dim light. Underneath, a long, strong arm encircled Ye Zhiqiu’s slender waist, pulling him into a car, where he was kissed passionately. And the man holding the umbrella was someone he could hardly dare to imagine. Qin Jianhe, the mastermind behind the Qin Corporation, was known for his ruthless nature and decisive actions, making him a formidable figure in the business world. Rumors had it that Qin Jianhe, though feared like a demon, lived a chaste life, untouched by beauty, akin to an ascetic monk, unreachable and only to be admired from afar. Until one evening, when Ye Zhiqiu, drunk, stumbled into Qin Jianhe’s embrace, burying his face deeply into the crook of the man’s neck. The room fell silent, everyone waiting for Ye Zhiqiu to be ridiculed. But instead, Qin Jianhe simply held him close, no longer the cold man he once was. “Be good,” the man’s voice was soft, as if treating a fragile treasure, “I’ll take you home.” As they passed by, someone noticed a fresh hickey on Qin Jianhe’s collarbone. Late at night, Ye Zhiqiu laughed brightly, teasingly tapping his fair toes against Qin Jianhe’s chest. In the next moment, the man turned the tables, grasping his foot and kissing the delicate ankle. “I wish I could keep you locked away,” the man’s voice was deep and possessive as he leaned closer, “so only I can see you.” Related Stories: No related posts.