From the village orphan Su Xiaocao to the plutocratic daughter Nangong Yue, my life split in two when I was twenty.
In the first half, I firmly believed that Gu Zechen was the light gifted by the gloomy fate. He saved me from campus bullying, gave me warmth and hope, and made me willing to indulge in this cross-class love.
It wasn't until the rainy night when my identity was revealed that I realized that I was actually the kidnapped heir to a consortium, and that beneath his elegant and considerate mask, he actually hid his identity as the son of his father's enemy. The person who said he would protect me for the rest of his life stood at the starting point of bloodshed from beginning to end.
So I tore up the engagement with my own hands and put on the mask of revenge. In three years, from business rules to human calculations, the Nangong family was sharpened into the sharpest knife, and his impregnable business empire was dismantled one by one.
When Gu's family finally declared bankruptcy, I appeared on the cover of a financial magazine and was hailed as the youngest business queen. The champagne was sparkling at the celebration party, but I only remember his clumsy tenderness when he gave me wild flowers on the university bench.
Until the lawyer sent his last gift - a piece of evidence that could destroy the consortium behind me, with only one postscript: "If your father were still alive, he would never want to see you become the next one of them."
Only then did I realize that in this storm of revenge that swept across two generations, perhaps no one had ever truly seen the truth.
