[A sober and greedy careerist and a "fake socialite"]
The Buddha does not save people, I do.
——Fu Qubing
Everyone says that You Yin is Song Ruiting's most obedient canary, he comes when called, is docile and harmless.
Only Fu Qubing knew that this woman was a poppy that had been quenched with poison. She was addicted once she got to her bones, and once she got into it, she couldn't even think of quitting.
On a rainy night, she was thrown out like garbage by the Song family.
In front of the black Maybach, Fu Qubing was twisting his Buddhist beads, his features were as clear as a Buddha's, but there was a man-eating demon hidden in his eyes:
"Get in the car, or beg him?"
You Yin sat in the passenger seat with a smile and hooked his cuffs with her fingertips: "Mr. Fu, would you like to give me a price for one night with you?"
Later, Song Ruiting knelt in the rain and regretted that her intestines had broken.
Inside the car window, Fu Qubing pinched her waist, ran his fingertips over her red and swollen lips, and spoke in a hoarse voice, as if he was floating out of hell:
"Look clearly, who is kissing you now."
