In order to inherit a huge inheritance, I was forced to live with my deceased aunt's young adopted son for three years.
He is 22 years old, an art student, handsome and quiet, and looks at me like a docile puppy.
Everyone said that he was a scheming green tea, waiting to be devoured.
I thought so too, and I was on guard at every turn until—
I came across hundreds of sketches he made late at night, all with me as the main character, spanning five years.
I sorted through my aunt's belongings and found the real attachment to her will: "He gave up everything, just for a chance to come to you."
Media headlines came out, slandering him for seeking wealth and murder. He quietly packed his luggage and prepared to disappear: "Sister, the inheritance is yours, it's clean."
I stopped him and revealed the true "legacy" to the public.
It turns out that the most expensive thing in the world is not a huge mansion, but a brand new life that a person uses his whole future to carefully design for you.
