"On a rainy night in 2080, I squatted on the top floor of Hanxing Group to sign a marriage contract, and the tip of my pen pierced three pieces of paper - my father 'sold' me for 30 million to pay off his debt to Sheng Han.
Sheng Han leaned behind the floor-to-ceiling window, his gold-rimmed glasses foggy, and said, "You have a one-year contract, don't cross the line."
But the next week, he stood at the door of the old house I rented, his suit soaked in the rain, holding a thermos bucket in his hand: 'Zhou Feng said... The pumpkin porridge you made can warm the stomach.
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Until the bouquet of blood-stained blue roses fell at my feet.
Lu Qiuxiao, the president of Lu Group, leaned on the black Bentley, brushed the end of my hair with his fingertips, and smiled like a tiger: "Xiaoyu, when you saved me ten years ago, my blood was also this red."
