"Sign it, and I'll pay for your mother's treatment."
Shen Yanchuan pushed forward the six-month engagement agreement with a look of no warmth in his eyes.
Lu Wan looked at his sick mother, gritted his teeth and started writing. She married her ex-fiancé's uncle to save money, and she became a laughing stock in Beijing circles.
On the wedding night, he threw the key: "Play Mrs. Shen well, don't cross the line."
But when reporters surrounded her, he protected her behind him: "It's not my person's turn to comment."
He remembered that she was allergic to mangoes and took good care of her. Even the small movements of adjusting the cuffs were like Bai Yueguang, who "died" seven years ago.
Lu Wan was moved, but she saw half of a group photo in his wallet - she was seventeen years old with a smile as bright as a flower, and the boy's face next to her was torn off.
"The fire in the port seven years ago, who are you?" She asked tremblingly.
He held her wrist tightly, and pain surged in his eyes: "I will tell you the truth after I send those people to hell."
When the contract expires, the Shen family's internal strife intensifies, and the secret from seven years ago is revealed——
He made the deal and spent seven years setting up a guard. Bai Yueguang, whom she thought was dead, was always by her side in another identity.
"Lu Wan," he knelt down on one knee, holding up a ring engraved with his old name, "I would chase you and atone for my sins for the rest of my life."
