On a rainy night, the Sheng family collapsed. Jin Zhi Jade Ye Sheng Qing Rang watched helplessly as Fu Zheng, the young marshal of the Fu family army, took away his late mother's relics: "Miss Sheng, this bracelet goes well with your current coarse clothes. It's a pity."
In the leaky woodshed, the little girl coughed up blood and gasped for breath, forcing her into a desperate situation.
The word "seven" circled in blood by his father on the ledger burned to the bone - seven days before the Sheng family went bankrupt, Fu Jiajun's account swallowed a huge sum of money enough to buy the entire Qinhuai River.
She grabbed the last silver dollar and rushed to him, but she was even more humiliated: "How many oceans are this body and bones worth?"
A life-saving penicillin, a late-night rape.
She was imprisoned in the golden cage created by his power and became a bird that he had to welcome in his palm.
"Fu Zheng, you will eventually pay the price for crushing my pride."
Bone-gnawing hatred and secret emotions are intertwined in the smoke, and the seeds of revenge quietly sprout in every forced intimacy.
