On the operating table, I heard my husband, Lu Jianming, tell his first love, “Yueyue won’t live much longer anyway. Her heart would be perfect for you.”
Reborn five years earlier, at our engagement banquet on Shanghai’s Bund, I watched him tenderly drape his jacket over his “frail” junior classmate.
I took off my million-yuan diamond ring in front of everyone. “The engagement is off. I wish you two siblings a deep bond.”
He sneered. “Without me, you’re nothing.”
He had no idea I already held his company’s fate in my hands. Nor did he know that Fu Chengyu, the mysterious, retired business legend, was laying his entire fortune before me.
“Yueyue, in this life, let me be the one to protect you.”
When Lu Jianming finally knelt before me, weeping, I set fire to the organ donation consent form.
“Now it’s your turn to experience what it feels like to have your heart cut out.”
