The night he tore apart, the red at the corners o…

Qin Mo had been Su Wanqing's driver for three years. With his hands gripping the steering wheel for so long, improper thoughts began to take root. The boss's wife treated him so well—so well that he forgot the unfathomable chasm between them: she was a married woman, and her husband was his boss. After that night by the sea, Qin Mo believed he had seized the moon. Yet that very evening, a single drink in a bar knocked him back to reality, and he did something that left Su Wanqing utterly disheartened. The next day, hungover and simmering with pent-up hostility, he stormed into the villa, his mind consumed by one reckless thought—he would make this elegant woman truly belong to him.