"He came in a suit and leather suit through the moonlight, and his body was still smelling of the grass fragrance from when he was twelve years old."
At the moment they reunited at the convenience store on a rainy night, Jiang Yu was tiptoe wiping the Blue Mountain Coffee on the third floor of the shelf.
The familiar scent of tuberose came from behind, mixed with the soft sound of metal cufflinks clashing. Lu Huaizhou carelessly threw the entire box of blue and white plaid handkerchiefs into the shopping basket, but crushed the coffee can when he caught sight of her burned wrist.
The little green plum that got lost under the sycamore tree seven years ago has now become a "special clause" in his debt restructuring agreement.
He sent her a million-dollar haute couture dinner, but when no one was around, he licked the skin on the back of her neck that was reddened by the necklace.
He watched her dealing with the upstarts in the business world with cold eyes, then turned around and put the person in the blind spot of the surveillance: "How many times have I taught you, bite people to aim at the artery."
He allowed the scandal to spread until she dug out an iron box in the bankrupt old house - a bloody handkerchief wrapped in a yellowed paper crane. The 18-year-old Lu Huaizhou hid a Russian sentence between the mathematical formulas: "любовь моя (my beloved)"
Later, financial headlines exploded: The leader of the Lu family suspended the tens of billions of mergers and acquisitions just to repair Qingmei's glass greenhouse that had been abandoned for seven years. The reporter photographed the usually cold-blooded man kneeling on one knee in the rain, holding a strawberry hairpin that had been trampled on in the past, and said in a trembling voice: "Xiaoyu, actually, that box of Blue Mountain coffee... Was always a painkiller for you to reduce your fever."
