It was raining heavily, and Su Qingying knelt on the cold marble steps of the Fu Group, her knees already numb from the accumulated water.
Her adoptive father, Su Zhengming, was seriously injured in a Fu's engineering accident and fell into a coma. The sky-high medical bills crushed her like a mountain.
In the CEO's office on the top floor, Fu Chengye looked down at the small figure in the rain through the floor-to-ceiling windows, his eyes more piercing than the cold rain outside the window.
"You want to save people? Why do you want to?" He grabbed her chin and threw a contract in her face.
"Sign it and be the shadow of my dead white moonlight - imitate her words and deeds for three years, abstain from pregnancy, and give up myself."
Under the dazzling red light of the operating room, Su Qingying signed her name tremblingly, and the tip of her pen scratched the page, as if cutting through her life.
When she first entered Fu's house, the servants roughly took away all her personal belongings, including the jade pendant left by her adoptive father.
She was forced to put on Lin Weiwei's old clothes, and the reflection in the mirror was strange and humiliating.
Late at night, she secretly dug out the hidden design draft. Just as she drew a few strokes to express her feelings, the door was kicked open.
Fu Chengye tore up the painting and ran it over with his feet: "Fake, not worthy of creation."
Amidst the flying paper scraps, a fragment of page quietly fell to the bottom of the bed, and a unique starburst pattern in the corner loomed under the moonlight...
