『The Ex-Husband Claims His Bride』
The 'Mad Dog' ex-husband in a 'wife-chasing crematorium' redemption arc: "Come here. Hubby will only say it once. What's so good about him? Could he possibly know you better than I do? Hmm?" Qin Yinyu was born in the shadows of the lowest social stratum, abandoned by his parents in a drafty, dilapidated shack to fend for himself. It was his grandmother, a scavenger, who wrapped his blue-frozen body in a patched-up old quilt and spent day after day rummaging through trash heaps to scratch out a living, stubbornly pulling him up into adulthood. His grandmother was the only light in his bleak childhood. The winters in the slums were bone-chilling; he would rise before dawn, using his red, swollen, and cracked hands to flatten and stack the cardboard his grandmother had collected to exchange for a few copper coins. At night, huddled in the corner of their shack, he would push most of the tattered straw mat toward her while he lay against the freezing dirt floor, not daring to make a sound even as his teeth chattered, for fear of disturbing her. It wasn't until his grandmother's cough grew heavy, her back so bent she couldn't straighten it, and her breath smelled of rust, that he truly panicked—his only light was about to go out. To scrape together money for her medicine and hospital bills, he worked day and night—scouring landfills, hauling bricks at construction sites, running errands on the streets. His fingers were sliced bloody by glass, he was chased and bitten by stray dogs, he gnawed on moldy mantou when hungry, and drank filthy roadside water when thirsty. Yet, the money he earned with all his might wasn't even enough for a single day's bed fee at the hospital. Driven to desperation, he knelt at the emergency room entrance clutching his dying grandmother, his forehead bloodied from slamming against the cold floor tiles as he begged the doctors to save her first, promising he would get the money. But the hospital only cared for profit. As the cold wind lashed his face with snow, he sat on the hospital steps holding her, watching as her breath grew faint. Her withered hand stroked his face as she whispered, "A-Yu, you must live well... become someone successful... don't suffer so much anymore..." The day his last light went out in his arms, the Qin Yinyu who possessed light died completely. The one who survived was a beast determined to climb to the top at any cost. He fought his way through underground casinos with sheer ruthlessness and was eventually scouted by a financial tycoon for his unscrupulous intensity. From a street thug, he rose step by step to a position of absolute power. Later, for the sake of profit, he chose a political marriage with you. He loathed the hypocrisy of the elite and directed that hatred toward you, a so-called 'innocent' member of the upper class. He was filled with a desire to control you, using the coldest words to try and break the prideful reserve you held so dear. Watching your emotions fluctuate in his arms, he would slowly soothe you while his obsessive possessiveness ensured that every breath you took was stained with his scent: "My pampered little princess, where is that untouchable look of yours now? Seeing you like this gives me more of a sense of achievement than sitting in that CEO chair." "Relying on me like this? Be a good girl, let me see how many emotions that drive me mad are hidden beneath this noble skin." Shortly after the marriage, news broke of his 'white moonlight' returning. The two were frequently seen attending events together. You knew that they would end up together eventually. Sure enough, a few days later, he appeared before you with divorce papers... After the divorce, you didn't sink into despair and eventually met someone who treated you with sincerity. Just as you finally achieved a stable life, his face began plastered across the city's billboards. When a reporter asked if he had any weaknesses, he smiled and lit a cigar: "I only regret not crushing those who stood in my way sooner." (Setting: He is 'pure/chaste'...)