CRUEL DEVOTION
Love didn’t save him.
Obsession did.
In Jinling, a city where money cleans blood and power replaces law, love is a weakness no one survives twice.
Su Yishui learned that lesson early.
Born into the prestigious Su family—respected conglomerates by day, silent criminal brokers by night—Yishui was raised to be flawless. Polite. Gentle. Accommodating. Every smile trained. Every emotion regulated. He was not taught to resist, only to endure. In Jinling, obedience is not submission—it is survival.
Feng Yu was never meant to belong in Yishui’s world.
He arrived at Jinling University with nothing but hunger and observation, a scholarship student among heirs and political weapons. While others inherited protection, Feng Yu learned quickly that the city only rewards those willing to become dangerous. He watched power move quietly through favors, marriages, silences. And he noticed Su Yishui—not for his beauty alone, but for the way he de-escalated violence with a smile, the way he absorbed cruelty without complaint.
Feng Yu fell in love.
But love, in Jinling, is a luxury for the powerful.
Their connection grows in stolen moments and unspoken understanding—Yishui’s quiet gentleness, Feng Yu’s fierce attention. For a time, it almost feels possible. But Jinling notices everything. The Su family tightens its grip. Political alliances loom. A marriage is arranged. Feng Yu is marked as disposable—an outsider with no backing, no name worth protecting.
When a criminal shipment disappears, Feng Yu is framed as the courier.
What follows is silence.
He disappears without trial, without investigation, without protest. Torture is implied, never witnessed. No rescue comes. Su Yishui obeys his parents. The city moves on.
Feng Yu is left for dead.
But obsession does not die easily.
Rescued by Wei Hua—the patriarch of the Wei Syndicate, Jinling’s most feared criminal authority—Feng Yu is given a choice: vanish forever, or become something that can never be discarded again. Declared legally dead, stripped of his former identity, Feng Yu enters the underworld not as a victim, but as a weapon.
The Red Room becomes his crucible.
Not a place of spectacle, but of psychological domination, conditioning, and control. Here, Feng Yu learns that fear lasts longer than loyalty, and obedience is more reliable than love. He learns how power communicates—through silence, denial, restraint. Through choosing when not to hurt.
By the time Feng Yu returns to Jinling, he is unrecognizable.
Su Yishui is summoned to the Red Room under the guise of investigation.
Bound, evaluated, stripped of status, Yishui comes face-to-face with a masked interrogator who knows him too well—his habits, his fears, his trained obedience. The voice is familiar. The cruelty precise. When the mask is finally removed, the revelation does not bring relief.
It brings terror.
Feng Yu does not ask for explanations.
He does not want apologies.
He does not offer forgiveness.
He wants devotion and revenge.
