On a rainy night, Gu Chengyuan's black Maybach crashed into the glass of the convenience store where Shen Zhiyi worked. The soaked girl opened the deformed car door with her bare hands, but he pressed the airbag with his backhand: "A new way to touch porcelain?" Five years later, the new assistant to the president of Gu Group smashed a coffee cup on the board of directors, and brown liquid snaked down along the suit worth tens of millions. The man pinched her chin and sneered: "Secretary Shen, how much do you plan to blackmail this time?" On the night she was forced to sign the prenuptial agreement, he embedded the diamond ring on her ring finger with his own hands: "Remember, you are just a tool for the Gu family's inheritance." Until Shen Zhiyi dug out the yellowed convenience store surveillance screenshot from the safe. On the back of the yellowed photo were pen words that penetrated the back of the paper: "My ribs are finally back in place." When the diagnosis of blood cancer and the secrets of the wealthy family from twenty years ago were exposed at the same time, Gu Chengyuan broke the priceless antique pen in front of the reporter's camera: "Now, let me be your tool." In the game between the new financial rich and the down-and-out daughter, the most deadly bargaining chip was the glass shards she blocked for him in the car accident when he was a teenager. They had already followed the blood and grown into the bones of his heart.
