Her marriage was a shrewd business.
At the funeral of her late husband, a black umbrella blocked the wind and rain, as well as the turbulent malice.
——Shen Yizhen, he is gentle and elegant, he claims to be an old friend, he arranges everything perfectly, and he is so gentle and caring. What is even more frightening is that he knows the secrets she hides deep in her soul that even Gu Hongyuan cannot know.
His approach was like a carefully arranged hunt. It's everywhere and it's watertight.
At the same time, Gu Hongyuan's rebellious son Gu Yan suddenly returned home.
The ignorant feelings in my youth had already fermented into bottomless obsessions after my father fought for her love. Looking at the marks left by others on Lin Wantang's neck, the former "brother" and now "stepson" completely shattered the pretense——
"——If you agree, all the wealth of the Gu family, including myself, will be your spoils of war."
An abyss in the mist, eating away at her past gracefully.
Like a prairie fire, she crazily seeks her future.
Will a fox that falls into a hunting ground be quartered and cannibalized? Or let the hunter's blood splatter on the spot?
