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REVENGED LOVE (2025, CHINA)

Episode 24

The Finale (August 12, 2025)

Commemorating a Chinese BL with random GIFS of a great series.

A Love Story started with manipulation, Wu Suo Wei (ZI YU) sought revenge against the man that took his girlfriend, a Mr. Chi Cheng (TIAN XU NING)

Deep down they still love and care for each other, but seeing them sad makes me sad 🥺 poor boys

“No, I would make you my queen.”

“I am sorry, I am not sure I heard that right, you want me to do what?” Banictusia’s voice was riding that familiar edge, brittle and high, the one that meant she would soon dissolve into screaming or tears. Hoovanil had heard this tone so many times he could map the progression of her emotions like seasons.

He took her hand and knelt in front of her, not out of humility, he didn’t have much of that, but because it usually calmed her for a breath or two. “Listen, Poppet, it makes sense.”

Her eyes widened in that way that told him she wasn’t going to let him finish, so he pushed forward before she could cut him off. “When I get the estate back, I want you to go live there. Hamdil is already there, so it makes sense for you to join him. And if you stay here along with me, Eilyne will start to question things.”

Her voice rose, the beginning of a wail curling around her words. But in her golden eyes, he saw the hurt surfacing just behind the anger. That part always hit him, stung, even. Not enough to change his plans, but enough to make the moment uncomfortable.

“I am not running to him,” she snapped. “He wants a divorce, and only your friend is blocking it. I would look like I’m begging him to take me back.”

“I know, but you aren’t. We know the truth.” He tried to soften the words, taking both her hands again. “If you stay here when your husband is at the estate, people will talk. Right now, us not having the estate gives you a reason to be here. But once we do…” He hesitated, searching her face. “You know I love you. I’ll come by as often as I can. But I can’t live in two places, and we need Eilyne’s money to get the estate restored, and her influence to keep Nahilvi from stealing it back through her connections, and to get her money, I need to marry her.”

He watched her jaw tighten. She always hated hearing Eilyne’s name. He couldn’t blame her, Eilyne Goldenreaver was everything Banictusia wasn’t, and everything he needed.

“So I am the one punished now for that woman’s actions? She takes the estate from you and now I am banished for it?”

He looked into her eyes and felt that familiar duality rise: affection and calculation living comfortably side-by-side. He loved Banictusia; he never doubted that. But he also needed what Eilyne offered. He wanted both, and he didn’t see a reason he shouldn’t have them.

“No. It’s because I trust you,” he said gently. “I trust you to keep the estate in order. And I want you to get Hamdil to stay and help. Having the children there might get him to back off the divorce.”

The tears came then, slow, hot, predictable. That was the worst part for him. Not the cheating, not the manipulation, he felt no guilt for those. But hurting her like this? That he wished he could sidestep.

“What if I want the divorce?” Her voice trembled. “What if I’m tired of being married to someone I don’t love, while the person I do love is so close I can feel his breath but can never openly have him?”

“Bani, my love,” he murmured, “you know we can’t be together like that. You’ve always known.” He could picture it perfectly, the scandal, the whispers, the laughter behind closed doors. Becoming the stepfather of his own grandchildren would bury every social ambition he’d worked for. They both understood the rules they were breaking.

“We love one another,” he said instead, “and that’s what matters.”

She pulled away, clutching a pillow to her chest like a shield. “Is it though? If you moved back to the estate when you get it back from Nahilivi…”

“When we get it back,” he corrected quickly. “It is yours too.”

She didn’t soften. Her voice dipped into that stubborn, aching certainty she’d used a dozen times before. “When you get it back, we could live how we want. No one would know.”

“If people found out, it would ruin us both,” he said. He climbed onto the bed and pulled her into his lap, her body folding against him out of habit more than agreement. “We’re going to have everything we want, estate, money, prestige.”

She settled into him physically, but he could feel the argument still simmering in her. “You mean you get everything you want. I want those things too, but I want to be with you when you get them. Not sent off to a decaying estate you barely cared about until your niece took it. Not forced back into the arms of a husband who doesn’t want me. I will be alone there.”

Hoovanil stroked her hair. “Hamdil will come around. And the children…”

“I don’t want him,” she whispered. “And we both know the children might not be his anyway.” She let out a defeated breath. “I suppose it doesn’t matter what I want. This is my life if I want to be with you.” The doubt in her tone struck him harder than the words.

He held her tighter. He wanted to tell her she was wrong, but they’d danced through this same argument so many times that he knew exactly where every step led. This was their pattern, messy, painful, necessary.

“You know I love you,” he said into her hair. “I’ll always be there for you. Even if we’re not in the same home for a little while.”

Her tears soaked through his shirt, warm, familiar, guilt-provoking in exactly the way he hated. “We’ve never been apart before.”

“We’ll message. And I’ll visit often. I’ll need to supervise the repairs and make sure everything is in order. Once I secure the Goldenreaver money, we’ll start restoring the estate, and being there more often will make sense to her.”

Banictusia nodded, but her eyes told him she was nowhere close to believing him. And if she wasn’t reassured soon, she could unravel everything. “As you say,” she murmured.

He lifted her chin gently so she had to meet his gaze. “We’re a team, even if we sleep in different places for a bit. This gets us more in the long run. We deserve more.”

“You’re right,” she whispered. “We do.” But the doubt was still there, quiet and dangerous.

He would have to handle her carefully. He always did.