enthu_reader

Rumors say that if you ever come across an extremely handsome man in a doctor's coat twirling a shiny scalpel between his fingers with an alluring smile on his lips that takes your breath away…

Run.

For he is the devil.
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Yang Mingshen’s existence screams of six adjectives - Handsome, wealthy, talented, narcissist, arrogant and evil.

He is an unrivaled doctor from one of the most affluent and prestigious Underworld families, who sees only medicine and his own interests. Until a desire consumes him - to have a woman’s heart.

That woman, Song Jia, continues to put all the wrongs to right as a capable police officer. She, whose life was once saved by the devil doctor, refuses to bend to his tempting seduction.

“I will just take your heart and put it in somebody else's chest. It won't hurt at all, I promise~”

“Yes because I will be dead to feel anything.”

But the bad news comes knocking when Yang Mingshen becomes the lead forensic investigator to assist in her cases. With a devil now clinging to her, she comes across a deep, dark and cruel web of conspiracies stained with blood, love, hatred, revenge, politics and much more.

Treading into dangerous territories, will they be able to uncover the net of lies and deceit? And maybe find love along the way?

*EXCERPT*

“I am not the weak patient anymore. You try to grab my neck and I will break your wrist,” Jia threw him a death glare.

Mingshen leaned in closer, chuckling devilishly. "I told you before, Spicy. I have saved your life. I have touched your heart quite literally. So that heart beating in your chest right now belongs to Yang Mingshen. If I want it, I will have it.”

The Devil Doctor's Spicy Love

Jia was out shopping the next morning because a mission demanded some sacrifices to be made. The sacrifice here was her money. She had to buy a dress that would look rich enough for her to not stick out like a sore thumb in the gathering.

But what classifies as a rich enough dress, she wondered.

She sighed and kept browsing through the shop when she bumped into a woman.

"Oh I am so sorry," Jia apologized.

Jia's eyes widened and she said, "Aunt Lai?"

The middle aged woman frowned and looked up. "How do you know my name?"

"Of course I remember you. We were neighbors back when I was little and then you moved. I am Song Jia, remember?"

Mrs. Lai raised her brow, thinking about that name. "Aaahhh, now I remember! Song Jia. Song Wuyin and Song Lan's daughter. I didn't recognize you at all. Oh my you have really grown up."

Jia slightly coughed. "Yes. How are you? It's been a long time."

Reminder of the history