Sotheby's auctioneer Shen Qingge is the perfect prey in Xie Yanzhi's palm.
He gave her the utmost pampering, gave her immense power, and watched her step by step into the tender trap he had carefully woven. Until that round-up operation, he watched her steal top-secret documents and run towards the enemy camp without looking back.
"Shoot." Xie Yanzhi said into the communicator, his voice as cold as a blade tempered with ice.
The bullet flew past her ear - he personally modified the sniper command.
Later, when the Swiss bank vault door opened with a loud bang, Shen Qingge put a gun against his heart, his fingertips trembling: "Xie Yanzhi, are you tired from acting in the past ten years?"
He held the muzzle of the gun and pressed it against his own flesh and blood. There was a crazy smile in his eyes that she had never seen before: "I'm not tired. Because the key you stole is completely fake."
"The real one -" he wiped the tears from her eyes, "your father hid it in your paint tube ten years ago."
When the fire shot up into the sky, he protected her under him and screamed in the vault that was on the verge of collapse: "Shen Qingge, listen up! Your father gave his life in exchange for my life, not so that I could avenge him, but so that I could love you for him!"
The art criminal group "Night Owl" has surfaced, and all evidence points to the Xie family's century-old dirty history. The micro bomb implanted in Shen Qingge's body began a seventy-two-hour countdown.
In desperation, she unfolded a painting in his arms - it was the last painting she painted with the paint he gave her before she faked her death. On the back of the painting is the code for all the incriminating evidence of the Xie family.
"Xie Yanzhi," she cried with a smile, "I will save you this time."
Love and hate are both cages
