On New Year's Eve, I lay on the operating table and prepared to abort Fu Chengyu's child. The moment the anesthesia needle touched the skin, he kicked in the door and barged in, asking me how dare I with red eyes.
I smiled and asked, "Is Mr. Fu reluctant to let go of his illegitimate child, or is he reluctant to let go of me?"
He didn't know that I approached him to find out the truth about my mother's "suicide" twenty-four years ago.
Underneath the Fu family lies money laundering, smuggling and murder.
When I finally held onto the evidence that my mother had sacrificed her life for, Fu Chengyu trapped me in his arms and said in a hoarse voice, "Nian Nian, you are my sister."
The truth tears through the disguise of blood relationship, and love and hate are completely reversed in the smoke of New Year's Eve.
In this chess game that begins with revenge, whose blood will be used to commemorate Wei Young's long night?
