Everyone said Rong Zhen’s partner, Jiang Jili, was beautiful, talented, and virtuous, adored by a prominent figure.

However, only Jiang Jili knew the truth—he was nothing more than a plaything to Rong Zhen, to be used when Rong Zhen was in a good mood. Despite being married for three years, Jiang Jili had never stepped foot into the master bedroom. He wasn’t worthy. Even when they were intimate, it was confined to his room, with Rong Zhen looming over him like an emperor indulging in a fleeting whim.

In Rong’s household, Jiang’s status didn’t even surpass that of the fierce, unruly Tibetan mastiff. Everyone knew Jiang was terrified of the dog, yet no one intervened. Rong Zhen coldly watched on multiple occasions as the vicious dog pounced on Jiang, leaving him trembling with fear, so much so that he was bedridden with a fever for a week.

At a high-society gathering in Huai City, Jiang drank something tainted and collapsed in a hotel room, gasping for breath. Meanwhile, Rong Zhen, perfectly composed in his suit, toyed with his phone, recording the scene.

Rong Zhen had always considered Jiang a joke.

Later, when Rong Zhen’s grandmother demanded a grandchild, Jiang was discarded like tr*sh. Qin Family’s elegant heiress would surely provide the perfect heir for the Rong family.

Jiang laid the divorce papers before Rong Zhen.

Rong Zhen, leisurely but menacingly, warned him: “If you dare leave this house without my permission, you’ll regret it.”

Jiang left cleanly, without looking back.

By the time Rong Zhen realized what had happened, Jiang Jili had disappeared.

After Jiang disappeared, Rong Zhen became a mad dog.

Suspicious and brooding, his very presence felt like walking through a minefield. Everyone knew that the biggest taboo was mentioning Jiang Jili’s name. Rong Zhen missed Jiang Jili so desperately it nearly drove him insane.

Every night, Rong Zhen slept in Jiang Jili’s room, desperately trying to find any trace of him. But there was nothing.

As if to punish him, the only thing he had left of Jiang Jili was that video—

In it, the young man’s eyes were red, his fingers trembling as he clutched Rong Zhen’s pants, nearly choking on his words: “Help me…”

From the phone’s speaker, Rong Zhen heard his own cold voice:

“Jiang Jili, do you even deserve it?”

A child star named Jiang Chong quickly rose to fame, gaining immense popularity. Despite his young age, Jiang Chong carried himself with a maturity beyond his years. Observant individuals couldn’t help but notice a striking resemblance between the boy and that infamous figure in the Rong family.

Brave reporters sometimes asked, “Does Chong Chong take after his father or his mother?”

Jiang Chong: “My father, my father’s surname is Jiang.”

One day, a picture of Jiang Chong’s father was leaked—a delicate, handsome youth with soft features.

Many people were disappointed, but Rong Zhen went mad.

Jiang Jili.

He could recognize him even if he were reduced to ashes.

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