Fu Yousheng, from a scholarly family, was renowned as a qipao beauty with a slender waist, sparkling eyes, and a captivating blend of purity and allure, embodying her ancestors' refined grace. Her only deviation was willingly spending nine years with Yin Mo. One day, she had an epiphany, leaving a divorce agreement and escaping the golden cage he built. As heavy rain fell, Yin Mo stood on his villa's steps, asking, "Fu Yousheng, can you live without me?" She turned back, meeting his gentle gaze. "Yin Mo," she stated, "I'm tired." He waited for her return—three days, then a hundred. Until, at an awards ceremony, he saw her on the red carpet. Fu Yousheng, stunning in a silk qipao, intimately held a young actor's arm, exuding captivating charm for the cameras. Yin Mo's calm facade shattered, replaced by chilling rage. She was his. The venture capital world knew Yin Mo as an emotionless, cold, and elegant gentleman, abstinent for years. Yet, charming scratches and bite marks soon appeared on his neck. When asked if he'd adopted a "wild cat," he chuckled softly, his voice drawn out, "I wouldn't dare say. This Yin is afraid of his wife."