After Kicking Out My Scumbag Husband, I Got Entangled with the Prince of Beijing Society
Five years ago, Sang Ke unexpectedly became pregnant—all because she had kindly saved an ungrateful person, who then locked her out of her own life. Five years later, that same ingrate struck again, b
“Marry me.”
The man’s voice, steeped in satisfaction and languid ease, carried more the weight of command than the tenderness of a proposal.
Sang Ke stifled a retort, catching a glimpse of her unfinished painting on the easel from the corner of her eye. Though the features were still incomplete, the resolute jawline, the mole on his neck, and the eight-pack abs half-concealed by a towel made it obvious—her subject was none other than the man beside her.
The clothes strewn across the floor, tangled with the towel, explained why she’d stopped painting midway. This man was always like this; when he wanted something, he never cared whether she agreed.
Yet, as long as he was handsome and skilled, what more could she ask for? Marriage wasn’t on her mind.
Sang Ke remained perfectly clear-headed. “Do you even know me? And you want to marry me.”
Moonlight filtered through the white curtains, spilling over her chestnut curls. Though she was a beauty of subtle elegance, she favored heavy makeup, like a siren shrouded in mist—impossible to see through.
The man gazed at her, suddenly gripped by the illusion that if he didn’t seize her now, she would slip away forever.
“There’ll be plenty of time to get to know each other after marriage,” he replied, sliding the ring forcefully onto her finger.
Sang Ke tried to remove it, but he grasped her hand firmly.
Just then, her phone rang. She answered, and her face changed instantly. She booked a flight home without delay.
“Who was that?” the man asked, frowning.
Sang Ke dr