The Devil’s Woman

On that dark and damp night, she met Jing Rui—a man daring enough to sell his soul and marriage. His heart was wild and cold. To him, life was nothing more than a carefully orchestrated game of chess, where every move had a deeper meaning, and every piece that could be useful was not to be overlooked.

She knew that if she didn’t chase after him, he would never stop and wait for her. If she didn’t fall with him, if she didn’t pursue him, she would have to leave. For love, she decided to become his confidante, his lover, and even a witch…

No woman understood him better than Jiang Yuyan. She understood his temperament, his ambition. But he had already put a price on his marriage, and it was one she couldn’t afford. So she could never become his wife, only the soft spot in his heart.

But for a man like him, that soft spot was a fatal weakness. And a weakness shouldn’t exist; it had to be cut out—even if cutting out that softest part of his heart was painful. He had to do it decisively and ruthlessly, even if, deep down, he wasn’t strong enough to endure the agony of losing her…