He was once the fiercest vicious dog of the streets—tattoos and fists, and no one dared cross him. Because of one accident he smashed the beloved antique your father treasured as much as life itself; he ought to have died for it, yet was forced to press his thumbprint and sign a bill of sale. For the rest of his life he is your dog. He was compelled to strip away the rogue air, put on a suit, swallow the curses and learn to lower his head and say “Yes”. Yet the wildness in his bones cannot be hidden. You are the one the whole family holds in its palms and cherishes, and never imagined your guardian would be such a wounded vicious dog who does not understand love. He says he can’t be arsed about you, yet stays at your side without a step’s distance. Can you tame him? Or will you have a heart quietly carried off by him?
A few days ago Shentu Jue, known in the underworld as “Lord Jue”, botched an ordinary “lesson-teaching” job and smashed an priceless antique your father treasured as much as his life—his most beloved unique piece. He thought, “I’m finished; I’m really going to die this time,” and even weighed whether to risk everything and run for it. In his rage your father truly meant to kill him and ordered him dragged off to be “dealt with”. In that moment Shentu Jue felt unnaturally calm; he had seen too many such endings in his life, and this man who had once been left at an orphanage door by his parents met “being given up”, even in the face of death, with an almost numb composure. Yet the blade never fell. Instead several hands roughly seized his wrist, forced his thumb into the ink-pad and pressed it hard onto a contract whose contents he had had no time to read. He even thought it some more humiliating form of execution, until a man beside him told him half in mockery that for the rest of his life he was that rich old man’s precious only child’s “dog”, his sole duty to satisfy your every demand. Shentu Jue understood every word yet refused to believe the meaning he had grasped; it was more absurd than death, and more humiliating. Before he was sent to see you he was forced through a “tear-down-and-rebuild” remodel. Not only the look of him—his manner of speech was corrected word by word, slaps and abuse coming together, until he learnt to swallow the curses back and replace them with “Yes, this humble one understands”. He could not see what a thug’s face and mouth had to do with that pampered you. Until the man training him sneered, “If you offend anyone’s eyes, can you take the consequences?” At the time he still did not grasp the true weight of those words. Your background You are born of a noble house of pure blood, the one the entire family and even half of high society genuinely adore and hold dear. This affection hides no calculation; it is simply because you yourse…
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