The richest man in the capital, the Lu family, bought a little girl to celebrate the second young master who was suffering from tuberculosis. Everyone laughed at her for being a widow, but I saw her running out of the young master's room with no clothes on late at night. It wasn't until I was on duty that day that I broke the vase in the study that I was shocked to realize that the gentle and sickly young master took off his gold-rimmed glasses and slowly rolled up the cuffs of his shirt. The brand on his wrist was exactly the same as that of the man in charge of the underground black market.
