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Zhong Shuning, the adopted daughter of the Zhong family, was ousted from her home on the very night her fiancé arm-in-arm with a new lover topped entertainment headlines.
 
Scandals swirled around her as she later became entangled with the most powerful man in the city. Society mocked her as nothing more than a passing plaything for Mr. He's whims.
 
But what none realized was this:
 
The moment he laid eyes on her,
 
he conceived a scheme as audacious as moonlight poaching —
 
to steal the moon that rightly belonged to the heavens.

Orchestrated Romance

Chapter 07: The Conspiracy: Marry Me

Zhong Shuning's body remained rigid as she retreated to her bedroom. The evening gown and jewelry set on the bed seemed to mock her helplessness - another carefully orchestrated trap by her captors.

She laughed bitterly. How easily they'd manipulated her?

After days of enforced calm, the Zhou family's banquet arrived with lethal timing. Dr. Lü Peian's clinic appointment coincided with this staged spectacle.

The waiting room hummed with desperation. When her number finally called, the elderly orthopedist's piercing gaze dissected her medical history like a coroner's report.

"Lie down." Dr. Lü's voice cut through her defenses. "Show me the injury."

As he pressed his fingers into her scarred ankle, memories erupted - Zhou Boyu's feigned concern during hospital stays, the condescending smiles of so-called experts. Their unanimous verdict: "Unsalvageable."

A lifetime of dance dreams crushed by systemic betrayal.

"Rubbish!" Dr. Lü's outburst startled everyone. "This isn't some incurable tragedy! Whoever told you that should be hung on the operating table!"

The diagnosis confirmation felt like acid in her veins. All those years of feigned sympathy from Zhou Boyu - his hands tracing her paralyzed limb, his lips whispering endearments - now revealed as cruel theater.

Outside, thunder rumbled. He Wenli's silhouette materialized through the rain, his tailored suit absorbing the city's grime like a second skin.

"Still playing victim?" His breath carried the metallic tang of impending storm. "Your performance tonight promises fireworks."

Champagne corks popped as the chandeliers dimmed. Zhong Shuning stumbled through the crowd, her torn stockings a metaphor for shredded dignity. The room erupted in faux delight when Zhou Boyu emerged in ivory tuxedo, bouquet of white roses glistening like bone fragments.

"Ladies and gentlemen..." His voice oozed calculated sincerity. "This woman... she's my sunrise."

The diamond glittered on his finger - the same ring Dr. Lü had shown her in the hospital, its inscription now visible: "HB❤ZY". The initials burned like acid.

As he knelt, the world tilted. She saw through the illusion - the rehearsed tears, the choreographed applause. This wasn't redemption. It was an execution.

"Say yes." He Wenli's command echoed in her skull. "Or watch your little sister drown in shame."

The ring slid onto her finger, cold as a burial shroud. The crowd's cheers morphed into a dirge as she glimpsed Zhou Boyu's true expression - predatory satisfaction masked by false tenderness.

In the shadows, Chen Zui documented every twitch of her anguished face. He Wenli's fingers tapped rhythmically against the champagne flute, a metronome counting down to their final act.

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