On the operating table, I heard my husband Lu Jianming say to Bai Yueguang: "Yueyue will not live long anyway, and your heart is just right."
Reborn five years ago, the engagement party on the Bund in Shanghai. He was gently putting a coat on the "frail" school girl.
I took off my million-dollar diamond ring in public and said, "The engagement is cancelled. I wish you a lasting love as brother and sister."
He sneered: "Leave me and you are nothing."
He doesn't know that I hold the lifeblood of his company. I didn't even know that Fu Chengyu, the business legend who had mysteriously retired, was offering his entire fortune to me:
"Yueyue, in this life, it's me who will protect you."
When Lu Jianming finally knelt in front of me and cried bitterly, I lit the organ donation consent form.
"Now, it's your turn to experience having your heart ripped out."
