At eleven o'clock in the night, Qiao Mingyue walked out of the laboratory with 23 missed calls - her mother was critically ill.
The taxi that was stopped took her into an abandoned warehouse. The kidnapper asked coldly: "How much of the Qiao family's goods have you swallowed?"
She cut the rope with broken glass and rushed onto the winding mountain road covered with injuries. A black Maybach came to a sudden stop, its windows rolled down, revealing a cold and clear face.
"Get in the car."
He rescued her, but left only a black business card. The hot silver characters read - Lu Yanzhou.
Three days later, Qiao Mingyue stood on the top floor of Lu's Building wearing her most appropriate suit, and placed her resume in front of the man: "Mr. Lu, are you in need of appraisers?"
Lu Yanzhou looked at her for three seconds: "No shortage. But there is a shortage of someone who dares to use broken glass to cut the rope."
She thought it was a deal. Little did he know that from the moment she opened her mouth, everything was out of control.
The Qiao family is on the verge of collapse. Uncle Qiao Zhenguo is pressing harder and harder, and the transnational smuggling group "Moyu" is eyeing him. Behind every piece of jewelry that her fingertips touch lies the truth about her father's coma, as well as the murder of his father that Lu Yanzhou spent four years tracking down.
The moment gunfire rang out on the high seas cruise ship, he dragged her into the deep sea. In the cold sea water, he held her up with his remaining body heat.
"Don't sleep."
"I always thought you had no warmth."
"... It's not that I don't have warmth, it's that no one makes me feel the warmth."
From the exchange of interests to the trust of life and death, from testing each other to tacit understanding. Qiao Mingyue has touched countless fakes with her hands that can distinguish the true from the false in the world, but she has never deceived anyone.
And Lu Yanzhou was the only one who couldn't tell the truth from the false.
