The Sharp Knife Under the Wedding Dress

The red dance shoes are swirling under the stars, and the wedding skirt hides a quenching edge. Su Qing stood backstage, her fingertips repeatedly rubbing the rhinestones on her dancing shoes. Tonight is the finale of her ballet, and it is also Jiang Yubai's most important day - he is going to bid for a project that can change their future. She smiled in the mirror. She had embroidered the lace on her skirt overnight. For no other reason than she hoped that after he succeeded in bidding, he would rush into the theater as soon as possible, hold her in his arms and say, "Qingqing, we will be fine in the future." The spotlight turned on, and she stood on tiptoes, spinning and jumping. Every movement carried her longing for the future. But when the curtain call music started playing, that familiar figure was not there in the applause from the audience. The phone suddenly rang sharply, and the words "unknown number" danced on the screen. She picked up the answer, and heard the cold and mechanical voice of the police: "Are you Miss Su Qingsu? We are from the Criminal Investigation Team of the Municipal Bureau. Jiang Yubai... Jumped from the top floor of the bidding building. Please come to the scene to confirm." With a "buzz" sound, the phone fell to the ground, and the screen shattered into a spider web. Su Qing sat slumped on the floor backstage, the rhinestones on her dancing shoes shattered on the floor, like her fragmented dream. How could Jiang Yubai jump off the building? He was so sure, he had promised to come to her performance... The white candle in the mourning hall was still swaying, and Jiang Yubai's ashes had not yet been buried in the ground. The man named Chen Mo appeared in front of her. He is the leader of the Moyuan Group and a business tycoon who can turn clouds into rain with his hands. Her eyes were as cold as ice, and the marriage agreement handed over to her became her only thing at the moment.