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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 15: Shuning! Someone Wants to Hurt Me

The revelation of their marriage spread through the He household like wildfire. None dared confront the patriarch, but the tension hung thick enough to choke.

"He actually married her?" an elder muttered, chopsticks clattering against porcelain.

He Wenli sipped his tea, eyes unreadable. "Interested in my wife, cousin?"

Zhong Shuning stirred in her sleep, nightmares clawing at her conscience. She dreamed of her ballet shoes dangling from a cliff, their ribbons snapping one by one. When she awoke, cold sweat drenched her linen sheets.

"Madam, breakfast is ready." Zhang Ma entered, her tone carefully neutral.

At the dining table, He Wenli's phone buzzed incessantly. Zhong Shuning watched him skim messages with predatory efficiency, his jaw tightening with each notification.

"Who's bombarding you with calls?" she ventured.

"Business associates." His reply was clipped.

She noticed the screen flash with a message from Zhou Boyu: [Where are you hiding, whore?]

Her pulse spiked. Before she could react, He Wenli set down his phone. "We need to discuss your schedule."

Outside, Li Kai waited beside a black Mercedes. His broad shoulders blocked the morning sun, eyes hidden behind mirrored sunglasses. As Zhong Shuning approached, he removed them—revealing pupils contracted like a predator's.

"Your bag, madam." He handed her the leather case without a word.

In the backseat, Zhong Shuning noticed a hidden compartment. Through the tinted glass, she glimpsed a Glock 17 nestled among silk handkerchiefs.

At the academy, chaos erupted when she unlocked her office.

"Collect your things," she interrupted, her voice steeling.

As she packed, memories flooded in—the smell of chalk dust, the laughter of children, the way Zhou Boyu once brought her tea laced with honey. She crushed the porcelain cup in her hand.

The door exploded inward. Zhou Boyu stumbled in, shirt torn and eyes wild. "They're trying to frame me! That photo—it's a setup!"

"Who would do that?" Zhong Shuning asked coldly.

His gaze darted to Li Kai lingering in the hallway. "Him! That psycho driver—"

Before he finished, Li Kai seized his collar. Bones snapped under brutal pressure.

"Careful," Li Kai murmured, twisting Zhou Boyu's arm behind his back. "Words have consequences."

Zhong Shuning watched, detached. The man she'd once pitied now looked like a cornered rat.

Back in the car, He Wenli studied her reflection in the tinted window. "You're enjoying this farce, aren't you?"

"What do you want from me?" she finally snapped.

He produced a contract stamped with the He family crest. "Sign here, and your orphanage gets ten million yuan."

Her laugh echoed in the empty vehicle. "Blackmail?"

"Precisely." His thumb brushed her trembling knuckles. "But we both know you'll agree."

As she signed, Li Kai's voice crackled over the intercom: "Sir, Zhou's men are tailing us."

Outside, rain began to fall—dark, relentless, mirroring the storm brewing in Zhong Shuning's soul.

chapter 15