When a drop of rain fell into the dust, Yun Yi was standing in front of the gate of Mu's house, holding the yellowed marriage certificate in his hand like the last rope of fate. Behind him is the stormy past, and in front of him is the cold-eyed future.
When he first entered the Mu family, he was like a lonely dog expelled into a pack of wolves, trampled on by others and ignored. The sneers at family meetings, the sarcasm around the dinner table, the lonely lamp in the study late at night - all became footnotes to his silence. Dilemma spreads between every morning and dusk.
The turning point begins with a storm. When the Mu family enterprise was on the verge of collapse, and all the proud faces were shattered into pieces in the wind, he was the only one who stood up. There are no grand words, only calm layout, like a forgotten sunspot on the chessboard, quietly reversing the entire chess game.
The price is heavy. Trust turned into a sharp blade, warmth turned into a bargaining chip, his eyes that were once as gentle as water now hide sharp edges of ice. Those who have bullied him and humiliated him will eventually taste the wrath of thunder after blackening.
And she was always by his side. Mu Wanqing, the girl who had held his hand since childhood, was now lighting the way home for him with her firm eyes. Their love is not tenderness, but fighting side by side on the battlefield.
Is a man's counterattack a gift from fate or the sinking of his soul?
