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Anyone who has ever married into wealth—tying the knot with a stunning, affluent CEO—knows the truth.
Living off a rich woman’s fortune? It’s not as easy as it seems.
Xu Musen sat at the café table, dazed. Long after enduring a gauntlet of blind dates with self-proclaimed ‘goddesses,’ fierce feminists, and dowry-obsessed negotiators, he had steeled himself for another tedious encounter.
Until—she appeared.
The woman before him was a vision of elegance and power.
Her jet-black hair cascaded down her back like a midnight waterfall. A meticulously tailored suit hugged her frame, exuding sophistication, while a soft crimson Burberry trench coat draped effortlessly over her shoulders, adding an air of nonchalant dominance.
On her wrist, a ruby-encrusted watch gleamed—a deep, blood-red contrast against her flawless, porcelain skin.
Her long, slender legs were wrapped in sheer black stockings, tracing a perfect curve down to a pair of scarlet high heels. The heels barely kissed the ground, yet it felt as if they were stepping directly into his soul.
She removed her sunglasses with slow, deliberate grace, revealing a face so breathtaking seemingly sculpted by divine hands. Her piercing gaze swept over him, eyes flickering with a knowing glint, as though she had already made up her mind.
Thereupon, in a tone that brooked no argument, she spoke:
“Marry me.”
“Mansion, luxury cars—you name it. They’re all yours.”
“Daily allowance? You’ll have no less than five figures.”
“You won’t have to work. No chores, no responsibilities.”
“If you want children, I’ll give you as many as you want.”
“I only have one condition—you are mine. Forever.”
“You will never leave me. Nor disobey me.”
She lifted her coffee cup with practiced elegance, taking a slow, indulgent sip. Her phoenix-shaped eyes gleamed with unwavering confidence, a quiet fire flickering in their depths.
With deliberate grace, she crossed her long, stocking-clad legs, the gentle sway exuding an effortless allure. Thereafter, meeting his wide-eyed stare, she smiled—a small, knowing curve of her lips, both playful and commanding.
“Why don’t you think it over?”
Xu Musen’s mind went pitch-blank.
Wait.
Hold on.
This…this isn’t how it’s supposed to go!
A blind date should follow a very distinctive script—one he had heard too many times before:
“The bride price is 288,000 yuan. Not a penny less!”
“The house and car must be in my name. And from now on, your entire salary goes to me.”
“Oh, and don’t forget the wedding fees—bride price, gold jewelry, name-changing gifts, tea ceremony red envelopes. Every single one must be accounted for!”
“But don’t worry! Our family is incredibly generous—we’ll give you three quilts as a wedding gift. HaHaHa!”
Three quilts. Enough to last three lifetimes.
Except, this woman?
She was offering everything—and all she wanted in return…was him.
In the cutthroat world of modern matchmaking, where every blind date felt like a ruthless business negotiation, this woman’s offer was nothing short of divine intervention.
It was as if a celestial goddess had descended from the heavens, extending a lifeline to all struggling men.
For Xu Musen—broke, burdened with crippling family debt and barely scraping by—what was there to even consider?
Sure, he had a half-decent job as a weary, overworked programmer. On good days, his boss might throw him a side project, letting him earn a little extra cash. However, compared to the mountain of debt looming over his family, it was like trying to put out a raging fire with a single cup of water.
With these terms, forget marrying into her family—he’d call her godmother on the spot if that’s what it took!
Most men would have hesitated, fearing an elaborate scam, wondering if she was some black-market organ trafficker looking to harvest his kidneys.
Except, the woman sitting before him?
She wasn’t some mysterious stranger. She was Yao Mingyue—his childhood friend, the girl who had grown up by his side.
He knew her.
He trusted her.
Hence, with reckless abandon and a brain short-circuited by temptation, Xu Musen made the single biggest mistake of his life—
He picked up the golden bowl of “soft rice” and took a bite.
—
Yao Mingyue was a woman of her word.
She had promised to take care of him, and so she did—completely.
No work. No chores.
Every day, food appeared before him, clothes were laid out for him, and life was an effortless dream.
Xu Musen didn’t need to lift a finger.
This point…was exactly where the nightmare begun.
Every night, she took the initiative.
No hesitation, no reservations—only an insatiable, all-consuming desire that left Xu Musen drained, his body weak from her relentless affection.
Outside of work, she was always by his side.
Always.
At first, it seemed like the kind of life any man would envy—a devoted, breathtakingly beautiful wife, showering him with attention, spoiling him with luxury.
Except, the walls begun to close in.
It started subtly.
She became possessive, insisting that she be the center of his world. Friends? He didn’t need them. Other women? He wasn’t even allowed to glance their way.
Until one particular day, she took his phone.
His contacts were wiped clean—erased as if they had never existed.
She was the only number left.
Then came the final rule—he could no longer leave the house. Not without her. Not unless she permitted it.
—
He remembered the moment he realized just how deep her possessiveness ran.
One afternoon, she asked him to bring some documents to her office. A simple task. While on his way he got lost in the hallway and casually asked a female employee for directions.
That was all it took.
By the end of the day, the woman was fired. Effective immediately.
Xu Musen had barely managed to utter a plea on her behalf before Yao Mingyue’s gaze turned cold.
The next thing he knew, he was locked in their bedroom for an entire week.
His only window to the outside world?
A single glass pane.
That was when he understood—his childhood sweetheart, the woman he had trusted, the woman he had thought he knew—
Was a yandere.
A possessive, obsessive lover who would rather cage him than risk losing him.
There’s an old saying—if you love a yandere, it’s a love story.
However. If a yandere loves you…it’s a horror story.
Marrying into her world had cost him everything.
His job was gone. His friends had disappeared. Even his own family rarely visited now.
His entire existence revolved around Yao Mingyue.
She decided what he ate, what he wore, how he spoke—even the tone and cadence of his voice had to match her preferences.
Even in the dead of night, in their most intimate moments, he had to abide by her rules.
Can you imagine such a chilling scene?
A man, lying beneath his wife, whispering with quiet resignation—
“Chairwoman, I request permission to change positions.”
At some point, Xu Musen realized—he was no longer a person.
He was an object.
A tool, crafted solely for Yao Mingyue’s pleasure.
—
Once, he had dreamed of having a child—someone to give his life meaning beyond her suffocating love.
She had promised him that.
Yet, every time he brought it up, she brushed it aside with excuses, her once-sweet assurances turning into vague dismissals.
Slowly, that last ember of hope inside him flickered and died.
Finally, he made his decision.
He wanted out.
The day he placed the divorce papers before her, his hands trembled slightly, but his voice was steady.
Yao Mingyue barely spared the documents a glance before looking up at him, her gaze unreadable.
“Tell me,” she asked softly, “what have I ever done to wrong you?”
Xu Musen exhaled, shaking his head.
“You’ve treated me well. Too well.” His voice was tired, empty. *“But this isn’t the life I want.”
“I will repay every cent of the debt you cleared for my family.”
“I’ll walk away with nothing. I just want us to part…peacefully“
As Xu Musen spoke those words, a faint ache settled in his chest.
Deep down, he knew—Yao Mingyue had always been good to him.
Too good.
It wasn’t that he didn’t appreciate her devotion. It was just that her love was suffocating, crushing him beneath the unbearable weight of her obsession.
Like a mountain pressing down on his chest, making it impossible to breathe.
For a long time, she said nothing.
She simply stared at him, her gaze calm and unwavering, the silence stretching between them like an invisible thread.
Without a word, she reached out and took the divorce papers in her slender fingers—
At that moment, she set the papers aside.
“Alright,” she murmured, “but before I sign the papers… have one last meal with me.”
Her voice was soft, almost gentle.
Xu Musen hadn’t expected her to agree so easily.
For a moment, a flicker of guilt passed through him. After all these years together, how could he say there was no love at all?
So he nodded.
It was the least he could do—one last dinner, a final courtesy before they went their separate ways.
He would regret that decision for the rest of his life.
—
The last sip of wine slid down his throat, its rich, velvety warmth lingering on his tongue.
He exhaled, setting the glass down.
“That’s it, then.”
Pushing back his chair, he rose to his feet.
“I’ll pack my belongings and leave tonight.” But the moment he stood—
The world tilted.
His vision blurred, the room spinning in dizzying circles.
A wave of vertigo crashed over him, his knees buckling as he collapsed to the floor.
Through the haze, his dazed eyes caught a flash of red—
A pair of crimson high heels.
Silken black stockings traced the shape of impossibly long legs, stepping forward in slow, deliberate strides.
She knelt before him.
Yao Mingyue’s face swam into focus, that breathtaking beauty now tinged with something…unnatural.
Something twisted.
Her delicate lips curved into a soft, almost loving smile.
Yet, her eyes—burned with madness.
She cradled Xu Musen’s face in her hands, his eyes wide with confusion and helplessness.
“Don’t you remember? When we were children, you promised that you would never leave me.”
Her voice was a whisper, but it carried the weight of an unbreakable vow. “Since you’ve already forgotten, let me remind you. You are mine…forever.”
Without warning, Yao Mingyue pressed her lips to his in a kiss so deep, so desperate, it felt as though she was trying to absorb his very soul into her.
Xu Musen’s heart pounded in his chest, but all he could do was surrender.
—
From that moment on, Xu Musen became a prisoner.
Locked away in the room of their sprawling villa, he tried to escape but the walls that surrounded him were far more than just structured.
It wasn’t the lock on the door that held him captive—
It was the promise he had made.
He had agreed to those terms long ago, and Yao Mingyue had kept her word. She helped him and his family through their darkest days. She didn’t break him—he had broken himself.
Yao Mingyue wasn’t the villain here. She was just a woman with a sickening obsession. He had failed to see the price of the life she offered, and now…he was paying for it in full.
—
Months passed, and the winter chill crept into his bones.
On the first day of the new year, a rare moment of freedom arrived.
Yao Mingyue finally allowed him to leave the confines of the villa, to accompany her back to her family home.
It felt almost like an escape.
The snowflakes fell gently around them as their car cruised down the icy road, the world outside a blur of white and cold.
As they rounded a corner, a massive truck suddenly swerved.
The ice-covered road betrayed the truck’s driver, and in an instant, the massive vehicle was heading straight for the car.
Everything seemed to slow—
Xu Musen’s instincts kicked in.
“Look Out!!”
Without thinking, he yanked Yao Mingyue into his arms, his body a shield between her and the oncoming danger.
The world spun around them as the truck loomed closer, but all he could focus on was the warmth of her body pressed against his, the fear and resolve that surged through his veins.
“Bang!”
The world around Xu Musen seemed to explode in a blur of sound and motion.
“No! No! Musen!”
In his fading vision, Xu Musen saw Yao Mingyue, her face streaked with tears, her flawless skin marred by the crimson trace of blood from her forehead. The once-dominant **CEO**—the woman who always commanded the room—was now broken, her strength crumbling under the weight of her fear.
She was sobbing, clinging to him with a desperation he had never seen before. Her hands, trembling, pressed against his cold body as though she could somehow warm him back to life.
“You…you can’t die! You can’t die, Xu Musen! I won’t allow it!”
Her voice shattered, raw and pleading, but the coldness in his limbs spread, and his heart seemed to slow with each passing moment.
Yet, in that quiet, agonizing moment, Xu Musen felt something strange—a fleeting sense of freedom deep within him.
The irony was almost bitter.
She, the woman who had controlled him, who had bent him to her will, was now utterly powerless. Even so, she clung to him with all the force of her obsession. She was so innocent, so naive in her panic.
He could only manage a faint, trembling laugh.
Looking at her tear-streaked face, the beauty that had once captivated him, he spoke, the words escaping his lips as a final, broken whisper.
“If there’s anything such like another life… I swear, I’ll never again eat this damn soft rice again.”
Yao Mingyue’s sobs were gut-wrenching as she apologized, but the words came too late.
His mind was fading, slipping from her grasp.
Xu Musen didn’t hate her.
He never did.
However, he was so tired—so exhausted of this life. Of living in her shadow, of being nothing but a pawn in her game.
If living in another life truly exists…
He swore he would never again beg for the favor of a rich woman.
This time, his fate would be his to control. Only then would he truly be free.
Only then would he truly live.