When Wen Yili stepped on the broken neon lights and returned to Haicheng, she only had half a box of painkillers and white-washed dance shoes left on her body.
The former daughter of the Wen family has become a poor choreographer of the troupe, and Pei Xubai, who once fell in love with her but was forced to break up, is now sitting at the top of the investment table. It was raining heavily that night of the reunion, and Pei Xubai trapped her in the bathroom of the charity banquet. The smell of ambergris was mixed with blood: "Miss Wen, do you want me to teach you the rules of asking for help?"
Everyone said that he had a canary - she was spinning on the stage with Pei's support, but they didn't know that there was a blood-stained ledger hidden behind the peacock blue curtain. The check Mrs. Pei threw was not to buy her to leave, but the dusty truth.
Wen Yili found the answer next to Pei Xubai's pillow, turning the two families into entangled poison ivy. She counted the kiss marks under her collarbone and sneered: "Mr. Pei, is this the father's debt and the son's repayment?"
"It's atonement." He pressed her against the floor-to-ceiling window of the art museum, watching the morning fog fill the financial tower in Haicheng.
"Love me." He kissed away the blood stains on her lips, "like you hate me."
The glamorous and downtrodden ballet dancer
Two-way hunting
All the long-awaited reunions you thought were his long-planned
