In order to save 10 million yuan, ancient book restorer Su Wanqing accepted a sky-high commission.
The employer is Fu Yunshen, the president of Fu Group, a powerful figure in Beijing.
When we first met, he was sitting on a rosewood chair worth tens of millions, his eyes colder than the night outside the window: "Miss Su, I only want the results, not the process. If the repair is not done well, you and your teacher will disappear in the capital."
She thought it was just a cold transaction, she for money and he for things.
In silence, she used her bare hands to wipe away the dust of history for him and piece together the broken past.
In the sea of people, he used thunderous means to remove all obstacles for her and prop up a peaceful sky.
When the dust-laden secret was revealed, she backed away in horror, but was pulled into his arms by him. A hot kiss fell on her ear. His voice was hoarse and paranoid: "Wanwan, that ancient book is everything to me, and you are everything to my future. You don't want to go anywhere."
Everyone said that Fu Yunshen was a flower on the high mountain, cold and ruthless, and a walking money printing machine in the world.
Only Su Wanqing knew that this man would wash her hands and make soup for her late at night, would clumsily treat her wounds, and even hold her tightly in his arms when she was awakened by nightmares, whispering over and over: "Don't be afraid, I'm here."
