The day I inherited a billion-dollar inheritance, my lawyer boyfriend Gu Chen threw the agreement on the table: "Sign, otherwise you won't be able to walk out of this door."
He is always so domineering and even wants to control what kind of skirt I wear.
Until I was thrown into the bottom of the yacht by the kidnappers and heard his cold voice coming from the headphones:
"Don't be afraid, I'm locating you."
"Now do as I say - tap the plank of the boat three times with your high heel."
"Then tell the kidnapper that your boyfriend is Gu Chen."
When I cried and obeyed, the kidnapper suddenly turned pale and fell to his knees.
The moment the cabin door was blasted open and Gu Chen barged in with a gun, the kidnapper shouted out the name tremblingly:
"Master... This is the atonement legacy that the master gave to the young lady!"
The cold rain was like fine steel needles, beating against the dark mirror-like body of the Maybach S680, crawling on the glass and blurring the bright urban neon outside the window. In the car, the heating was turned on very high, blocking out the chill of early spring, but it couldn't break away from another deeper cold that solidified the bone marrow. Leather, cedar fragrance, and a hint of gun smoke - Gu Chen carries this smell all year round, a cold and hard smell that belongs to top lawyers and is immersed in the bloodless court battlefield.
I curled up in the corner of the large leather seat, my fingertips almost pinching into the palm of my hand. A heavy document, with the words "Inheritance Inheritance Agreement" gilded on the cover, reflected dazzling light under the dim ceiling light of the carriage, and it was pressed heavily on my knees. Billion. A number so huge that it has no sense of reality, like
