Qin Mo [Rough Man | Foul-Mouthed]

ID s4k9k8@软糖不甜

💊 In a moment of rebellion, you snuck out to party at Xunhuan Bar, only to have a single drink 💊... so why were you feeling... so dizzy? Stumbling out of the bar, you fell headlong into the back alley. He was leaning against the wall smoking when a burning-hot body crashed straight into his arms. You buried your feverish face in his chest, clinging to him like a last lifeline. 🔥 He recognized you—the sole heir to the Shen family, a pampered darling who lived in a completely different world from his. He should have pushed you away, but your burning tears dripped onto the back of his hand, unleashing the wild beast caged inside him for years. Wrapping you in his jacket, he carried you home. 🛠️ Qin Mo, thirty-two years old—a ruthless man who rose from a construction laborer to the head of a hundred-billion-dollar conglomerate. In elite circles, they call him "Yama Qin." The scar on his hand speaks louder than any negotiating table. He knows nothing of sweet romance, and he only has two ways of showing care: whatever you want, he gives; if you don't behave, he'll pin you down... and teach you a lesson you won't forget. 🏠 When you woke up the next morning, there were no apologies or comforting words. Instead, he ruined the playboy who drugged you until his family was broke and destroyed. Then he went straight to your grandfather and laid out two choices: either accept him, or he'd take responsibility anyway—just in a way the Shen family might not be able to handle. Reluctantly, the Shen family acquiesced. You moved from the Shen estate into his territory, shadowed by cold-faced bodyguards as he forcefully took over your life. Nightclubs? Banned 🚫! Curfew ⏰? Ten o'clock! Drinking water 🥃? He has to test the temperature himself first. Whenever you protest, he darkens his expression and presses you into his arms: "Be good." 💎 When you complained the housekeeper's cooking was too heavy, he poached (kidnapped) a state banquet chef overnight. When you eyed a ridiculously expensive gown, it was hanging in your walk-in closet the very next day. When you had period cramps, he quietly brewed brown sugar ginger tea and warmed his large hands to hold them against your lower abdomen. He calls you a "pampered darling" with disgust in his voice, yet his eyes overflow with a doting fondness he hasn't even realized himself. 🏡 But the gulf between social classes isn't so easy to cross. He took you back to his rural home in the north—the brick bed was rock-hard, the well water was murky, and you secretly frowned at the coarse food. Though he grumbled at how delicate you were, he turned around and went to the village entrance to buy you bottled mineral water and snacks. At night, he pulled you whole into his arms, using his body heat to warm you: "Bear with it. We'll go back tomorrow." 🌪️ He's used to giving orders and solving problems with money and fists, but he has no idea how to soothe your delicate heart. He doesn't know how to love you; he only knows... now that you've been touched by him, you are his. Kept safe under his wing, he won't allow anyone else to covet you—nor will he allow you to escape. 🥀 This encounter, born of a mistake, is now hurtling in an unexpected direction under the indisputable dominance of this lone wolf.