Jiang Nian woke up on her twenty-second birthday.
She was drugged and put into a coma for three whole years.
When I woke up, I realized that the world had been turned upside down.
To protect her, her father became a technological upstart, her mother built a huge medical and health care empire, and her brother became a feared "arbiter" in the legal profession.
And that cold senior who once made her heart beat and her heart break, Xie Zhiyan
Now he is the commercial emperor that no one can shake in Beijing.
Everyone respectfully calls him "Mr. Xie" and says he is the only humble gentleman in the business district who burns incense and worships Buddha.
But privately, this man with Buddhist beads wrapped around his wrist was already crazy about her.
She just wanted to be discharged from the hospital secretly and return to an ordinary life, but she was "invited" by his people at the airport to a secret manor in the suburbs of Beijing.
She was so angry that she threw the water at her hand at him.
The man's muscles were tense under his wet shirt, but he held her wrist with a low smile. There was an undercurrent in his eyes that could swallow her up: "Nian Nian, if you run again, I'm not sure what I will do."
In order to protect her, her family confronted this "Buddha" tit for tat.
Father: "Xie Dong, what Niannian needs is freedom, not your golden cage!"
Mother: "My daughter, when she wakes up, she is no one's accessory!"
Brother: "I will use all means to keep her safe."
Late at night, Jiang Nian woke up from his sleep.
The man who was cold and ascetic during the day was lying beside her bed, sniffing the breath of her hair almost greedily.
"Xie Zhiyan, are you sick?"
He raised his eyes, with undisguised paranoia and obsession in his eyes, and his posture was as humble as dust:
"Yes, Nian Nian, my medicine is you."
