The God of Wealth: Her Top Game of Thrones

Tang Tang knew that some people would get tattoos on their necks.

Tang Tang herself has no prejudice against people with tattoos, nor does she have any opinion on whether others have tattoos.

However, it's undeniable that tattoo designs and styles are influenced by aesthetics. Some people's tattoos are subtle and therefore possess a unique beauty.

However, some people have tattoos all over their bodies, which may not conform to aesthetic standards.

Tang Tang did not immediately stop Feng Lan from having this idea.

She raised an eyebrow slightly, looking at Feng Lan and said, "A tattoo? You want to get a fingerprint tattooed on your neck?"

Why does that sound so strange?

Tang Tang looked at his neck and said, "An artist's romance?"

Feng Lan moved closer to Tang Tang, "I can get your name tattooed on me too."

His voice was low and husky, deliberately seductive, "Muse...don't you want to brand me with your mark?"

"Not just here."

Feng Lan casually rubbed the tattoo on her waist and abdomen, and said with some dissatisfaction, "If it's tattooed here, no one else will be able to see it."

He felt very dissatisfied, and then said, "But if I get this tattoo here, everyone can see that I belong to you."

Tang Tang looked at Feng Lan, without showing whether she was wavering.

She simply said to Feng Lan, "Do you know what this kind of behavior is generally called in China?"

Feng Lan looked at Tang Tang expectantly, tilting her head slightly and asking, "What's your name?"

Tang Tang chuckled, a hint of sarcasm in her voice, "You're called 'Love-Brained,' Feng Lan. Who taught you to tattoo someone else's name on your body?"

"You're addicted, aren't you? You got a tattoo the first time and now you want to get a second one... Why don't you get one on your face too?"

How could she have forgotten? Feng Lan is actually mentally ill. Thinking about it now, Tang Tang felt utterly guilty…

Feng Lan replied earnestly, "Love-obsessed?"

Tang Tang looked at him in silence.

Feng Lan happily replied, "Then I really am love-struck... Muse, I love you, we are in love, that's for sure."

"That's great," he said, a slightly strangely bright smile spreading across his face. He leaned closer to Tang Tang and asked in a warm tone, "Don't you like that I'm a love-struck person?"

Feng Lan was usually quite normal, rarely going crazy. This time, however, she finally showed a little bit of madness again, which even made Tang Tang feel a bit emotional.

She wasn't afraid of Feng Lan at all. She casually raised her hand and patted Feng Lan's head as he leaned closer. Tang Tang said lazily, "I like it."

Feng Lan is easy to coax; Tang Tang can quiet him down immediately with just one sentence.

So Fenglan happily said, "I'm serious."

Tang Tang looked at him without saying anything, but said to Feng Lan cheerfully, "I'm serious... I want to get it tattooed."

He looked at Tang Tang and said, "Tattoo everything you've given me."

Tang Tang knew this was Feng Lan's way of showing insecurity. There might even be other elements involved... perhaps Feng Lan hoped his self-sacrifice would elicit Tang Tang's pity or sympathy...

Fenglan defines love as dedication, so after everything is exposed, he hopes to dedicate himself to Tangtang like a moth drawn to a flame, regardless of the cost.

The more he gives, the more he loves.

This is a distorted view of love, yet it is also the soul upon which Fenglan depends for survival.

So Tang Tang rubbed her temples, thought for a moment, and then conceded, agreeing with Feng Lan, "Tattoos are fine, but fingerprints are not."

That was pure proof of violence and oppression... It went too far.

Tang Tang looked at Feng Lan and said, "You want a tattoo, right? I won't stop you, great designer. Design some nice patterns for yourself, okay?"

Feng Lan looked at Tang Tang, then suddenly leaned closer, hugged Tang Tang, and said coquettishly, "Muse, if you don't like it, I won't get the tattoo."

He was deeply affectionate, but there was also a morbid sweetness to it: "Everything I have belongs to you, including my life. My body naturally belongs to you too, whether you want to possess it, use it, or harm it..."

This felt like a declaration of relinquishing control; Feng Lan desperately wanted Tang Tang to control everything about him, both physically and spiritually.

Tang Tang sighed.

Feng Lan's personality is twisted and pathological; some of his beliefs and habits are irreversible.

Because Fenglan itself is a product that has grown from this foundation.

Tang Tang has never been one to take on any responsibility.

She considers herself heartless and only cares about herself, not others.

However, Tang Tang did not actually suffer too much malice. Even though there were many ups and downs in her previous life, she actually grew up peacefully except for her childhood.

Therefore, when looking at Feng Lan at this moment, Tang Tang was not as indifferent as she thought.

After all, it's hard for anyone to refuse someone who wants to dedicate themselves to her wholeheartedly.

Tang Tang looked at Feng Lan, her tone complicated, and said, "Feng Lan, are you really sure?"

She pinched Fenglan's chin and examined him closely.

"Think it over before you decide, after all, I don't care if you're mentally ill or not."

"What belongs to me, I can't leave even if I want to in the future," Tang Tang said slowly. "Even if you die, you can only die by my hand."

"And even if you die, your body will only be under my nose."

Once you belong to her, you can only belong to her for the rest of your life.

"I'm willing," Feng Lan said, his eyes shining. He looked at Tang Tang with a deep, fascinated gaze.

He was a very tall man, even kneeling before Tang Tang, he was still very tall. Feng Lan slowly rested his head on Tang Tang's knees, held Tang Tang's hand and gently kissed it, then said in a sweet and contented tone, "I belong only to you, Muse."

“I want to ask you to take me away,” he said. “I have no home.”

"Okay," Tang Tang said, her voice slightly moved. She lowered her eyes and looked at Feng Lan, "Then you belong to me from now on, understand?"

Maple Leaf, oh Maple Leaf.

He was like a sickly yet beautiful butterfly, whose beautiful butterfly wings eventually shattered, leaving him only to fall back into her hand.

Compared to other men, Fenglan was more resolute. He had no family left in this world who truly loved him, so he would abandon everything to live only for Tang Tang.

This is a pathological relationship, and Tang Tang can keenly sense the danger within it.

For example, Fenglan relinquished all power to Tangtang, his soul submitted to Tangtang, and he tacitly approved of everything Tangtang wanted to do.

If Tang Tang becomes increasingly indulgent, Feng Lan will be like a pitiful butterfly with wet wings, suffering countless wounds in Tang Tang's hands.

Feng Lan is gambling with his life, hoping to obtain a special and tender love from her.

This love is more unique than any other man Tang Tang has ever shown.