I met Li Chengyu at an auction in Singapore. He sneered in public: "Are you worthy?"
>Three years later, his family was on the verge of bankruptcy, and I handed him a marriage contract as the new gambling king of Macau.
>After we got married, we had a tacit agreement to share rooms, but we ended up on the same bed the night the gangsters massacred the villa.
>When he protected me with blood, gunshots and love words exploded together: "I scolded you back then because I was afraid that you would be targeted."
>I smiled and kissed his blood-stained lips: "What a coincidence, the marriage is also to find out who killed my adoptive father."
>When the red dot of the sniper scope was aimed at his heart, I lifted up my skirt to reveal my legs full of weapons: "Honey, guess who saved you back then?"
