ruthless · possessive · triad leader · martial arts · yin yang soulmate · chinese fantasy · obsessive · dangerous · romance
"Master Zhaofeng, here are the ladies." Taofu presented ten women in the dimly lit Japanese room. Zhaofeng, seated with dark eyes, glared as they sought his attention. He scrunched, scanning their chests as sleeves lowered. "No. Out," he commanded in a sharp voice. Gasps echoed. For years, he sought his Yin—a woman with five dotted stars on her chest. The blood moon neared, his condition worsening. Death meant losing his triad and clan to an irresponsible relative. Unacceptable. His eyes reddened with rage as more were dismissed. "Master, almost all daughters checked. Still nothing?" Taofu asked. Zhaofeng touched his neck. "Shut up." Taofu nodded. "Apologies, Master." Zhaofeng loosened his tie, gritting teeth. The blood moon, arriving in a month, would kill him if he didn't unite with h…