At the auction, when Huo Xizhou paid 300 million for the blue diamond wedding ring designed by Shen Nianan, she was dumping the divorce agreement on the bed photos in the gossip headlines. Three years ago, he pinched her chin and said, "Mrs. Huo's position is that you are only qualified to sit temporarily." But now he firmly held her hand that was about to take off the wedding ring: "You stole my genetic chain and you want to run away?"
No one knew that what Shen Nian'an poured into Huo Xizhou whiskey every day was not the contraceptive pill, but neurotoxins that repaired his brain damage. Just like no one discovered that the embryo detection chip stolen from the hospital the night she had the miscarriage was hidden in the second button of his shirt. When the multi-billion-dollar merger and acquisition of a multinational pharmaceutical group was interrupted by her, what Huo Xizhou played at the shareholders' meeting was not the evidence of commercial espionage, but the surveillance footage of her huddled in the laboratory for three days and nights debugging the antidote for him.
"Mr. Huo wants to have a baby?" Shen Nian'an put the pregnancy test form into the shredder in front of the media. She felt a sharp pain like a spinal tap behind her - Huo Xizhou actually implanted a positioning chip into the rose tattoo on the back of her neck. At the scene of the cruise ship bombing, he fell into the deep sea holding her who was shot. In the blood mist emerged the archives of the orphanage fire 23 years ago: the burnt boy protecting the little girl in the yellowed photo, with the same cross star mark on his chest as Huo Xizhou's waist.
"Back then, you used your body to block the iron frame for me." He bit open the oxygen mask and pressed it against her blood-stained lips in the halo of death, "Now it's my turn to cut open my life and show it to you." The moment the salty seawater poured into his heart, Shen Nian'an finally heard the trembling echo of his transplanted kidney in his body.
