"She is a socialite who calculates the cost of each piece of cloth, and he is a warlord who hides a blood feud to destroy his family. When Miss Su's spice powder was mixed with the rice fragrance, Marshal Gu's gun missed by three points; when Gu Chengyan blocked the comprador's cold shot for her, Su Nianqiu's hand when flipping through the account books was always on 'Gu Zhai' ' The page paused for three more seconds. It wasn't until the artillery fire in the concession illuminated the Huangpu River that she realized that what was not burned in the fire ten years ago was half of the Su Ji mooncake he had hidden in his military uniform; and that the stitches on the Bingdi lotus she had been embroidering for ten years were all the grain patterns on his military cap."
