Bone Erosion and Danger: Mr. Fu, There Is No Trace of My Wife's Body.

[Cold-blooded paranoid Beijing Buddhist master VS cold and desperate stand-in artist] [Double cleansing + misunderstanding + physical and mental abuse + running with the ball (late stage) + chasing his wife in the crematorium] Everyone in Beijing and Hong Kong knew that Fu Yan hated Wen deeply for this. Because on that rainy night seven years ago, she threw him away like garbage for 20 million. Seven years later, he married her in a high profile, imprisoned her in a gold cage, and tortured her day and night. Mrs. Fu in the eyes of the world: infinitely beautiful and loved by millions. Wen sees Mrs. Fu in this way: mobile blood bank, living container, spare parts for Su Manshu. She thought that as long as she was obedient and paid off her debt, she could exchange her father's life. Until later, when she was lying on the operating table, her breath was weak, and she said, "Fu Yanshen, with this life, we owe nothing to each other." From then on, the arrogant prince in Beijing went crazy. Three years later. The internationally famous mysterious painter returns to China with his son. He saw her holding the baby in one hand and holding a pen in the other, smiling lightly. He rushed forward with red eyes, but was stopped by the bodyguard. She only raised her glass to him from afar across the crowd and said silently with her lips: "Mr. Fu, you are fine."