[Sweet-faced but secretly ruthless tailor × CEO with the worst luck imaginable]
Wen Ning’s main job is mending qipaos. Her side job is mending the world. In her eyes, Lu Zhi, a big shot in Beijing’s elite circles, is covered in death lines, with every step bringing him closer to the Grim Reaper’s countdown.
Wen Ning: “Mr. Lu, scan me 20,000 yuan and I’ll save your hide.” Lu Zhi: “Trying to reel me in? Come up with a more original way to die.”
Wen Ning sighed and casually flicked a coin out of place. The next second, a crystal chandelier crashed down, and Lu Zhi bent to pick up some money, narrowly escaping death.
Lu Zhi: “...How much for another rescue?” Wen Ning: “This time it costs extra. I want the marriage fate written into your life.”
Everyone knew Mr. Lu was hard to kill, but no one knew Wen Ning was fighting Heaven itself to keep him alive. A skinning diagram beneath a ballast well, a life-for-life pact at the Nanshan fire, kidnapping, poisoning, bizarre accidents... When a century of ill-gotten wealth in the Lu family was exposed with a single stitch, and the “fate thief” behind it all revealed himself, Wen Ning’s scissors for cutting karmic ties had already rusted. She put them away and turned calmly to leave. “Lu Zhi, we’re even. I’m closing up.”
Lu Zhi pulled her into his arms, his eyes bloodshot with obsession.
“The death line is severed, but I’ve tied a dead knot in our marriage line. Now that you’ve stitched me into your fate, don’t even think we’re even!”
