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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

The Zhong residence reeked of burning bridges. Zhong Zhaoqing's roar shook the ancestral halls as he hurled the agate incense burner at the wall. Shattered fragments glinted like frozen blood in the dim light.

"Get out!" The words pierced through Zhong Shuning's ribcage like shrapnel. She stood motionless in the doorway, her silhouette framed by rain-soaked nightgown. "You taught me well," she whispered. "How to wear a mask of obedience while planning escape."

Liu Hui'an's diamond necklace caught the light as she blocked her husband's next strike. "Let the girl go," she purred, her voice dripping with false compassion. "She's not worth ruining your health."

Zhong Shuning's laughter cut through the chaos - a sound as sharp as broken glass. She stepped over the scattered herbal jars her parents had trampled, each containing years of painstakingly crafted perfumes.

"Is this all I'm worth?" She kicked a shattered vial, its contents pooling like spilled memories.

In the hallway, Tsui Zui waited with the black Bentley. Through rain-streaked windows, Zhong Shuning saw Zhou Boyu's silhouette disappearing into a neon-lit nightclub. The club's sign - shaped like a coffin - pulsed with decadent allure.

"Your carriage awaits, my lady." Chen Zui's voice held ironic reverence.

As she slipped into the backseat, the familiar scent of bergamot wrapped around her - He Wenli's calling card. The car accelerated into the storm, mirrors reflecting the city's cold indifference.

The nightclub's pulsating lights painted Zhou Boyu's face in shades of sin. He downed his third whiskey, the ice clinking like his shattered pride.

"Mr. Zhou, Miss Liang invites you to her private lounge..."

His phone buzzed with similar invitations, each notification a knife twisting in his gut. When he stumbled outside, rain soaked his designer shirt as Chen Zui handed him a dossier.

"Surveillance footage from tonight," the chauffeur murmured.

Images flashed on the tablet - Zhong Shuning's tear-streaked face, the diamond ring glinting like a trap. Zhou Boyu's fist slammed against the car door.

By morning, social media erupted with photos. HeiressFallFromGrace trended worldwide. In the viral video, Zhong Shuning walked through the rain, He Wenli's trench coat billowing behind her like a fallen flag.

"Bet she's pregnant with He's kid!"

At the Zhong estate, Zhong Zhaoqing destroyed every photo of his adopted daughter. Liu Hui'an burned Zhong Shuning's ballet shoes in the ancestral fireplace.

Only the agate incense burner remained intact - a silent witness to shattered illusions.

chapter 9