On my wedding night, my husband did not tell me his last words, but handed him a box of world-shaking "inheritances": "Madam, please spend them all for me within seven days."
Jiang Buxie, the adopted son of the Gu family, has a strange poison [cut off in seven days] that has no cure. The mark on his heart deepens day by day, and in seven days it will become a scarlet word "sacrifice" - this is the ending written for him by his biological father.
He called me "Madam" with a smile, but his eyes were as cold as ice in the world. Everyone said he was a dying beauty, but I was the only one who saw through it. He was a sword with a hidden edge.
And I am the abandoned daughter of the Shen family, a dowry substitute who is recorded as a "waste". They don't know that I can see the break in the fate of all things. Next to the ferocious word "sacrifice" on his heart, I glimpsed a glimmer of hope, and also saw the past and future of the mountains of corpses and seas of blood beneath his gentle smile.
"The underbelly is dark." I took the heavy wooden box and called him softly.
A trace of genuine surprise flashed across his eyes, and then turned into a deeper smile: "Then I invite my 'little drama queen' wife to act out this last scene with me."
Seven days is the limit, and the world is a plate. We must use this "legacy" to overturn the established dial before his fate ends, and seek a way out from the superior chess player - his biological father.
However, when calculation meets sincerity, when contract becomes entangled with love... How will this transaction that started with inheritance end?
