Su Wanqing, a gold medal undertaker at the No. 1 Funeral parlor in Beijing, has superb skills and specializes in sending the deceased to their last journey. He is known as the "Living Bodhisattva".
Bo Yanchen, the dominant business emperor in Beijing, is cold-blooded and decisive, but suffers from severe sensory overload syndrome. Any disturbance can bring him to the verge of collapse.
During a funeral, he discovered that as long as this woman was by his side, the world would instantly become peaceful.
With a billion-dollar contract, he turned her into his "humanoid tranquilizer".
"Stay with me for one year and this billion will be yours."
"Okay, but you can't interfere with my work."
From then on, the upper class circles in Beijing exploded.
"Have you heard? Mr. Bo married a man who puts makeup on dead people!"
"Bad luck! How can such a woman be worthy of Bo Yanchen?"
Facing the ridicule, Su Wanqing turned a deaf ear. Holding a knife in his left hand and a thrush in his right hand, he continued to paint the last dignity of the deceased.
The assistant was furious: "Mr. Bo! Madam took away the body of your nemesis!"
Bo Yanchen's eyelids twitched: "Let her pick it up."
The housekeeper panicked: "Sir! Madam said she wants to do an embalming drill in the wedding room!"
Veins popped up on Bo Yanchen's forehead: "... Free up that 3,000-square-meter private courtyard for her."
He thought she was just a tool, but unknowingly, he broke the rules for her again and again, and his heart was moved again and again.
When she looked at him with those eyes that could see through life and death, Bo Yanchen was shocked to realize that he had already sunk.
He wanted to tear up the contract and possess her completely.
Su Wanqing smiled calmly: "Mr. Bo, the contract has expired, life or death depends on it, we owe nothing to each other."
Bo Yanchen, who has always been arrogant, tasted panic for the first time.
