The wind on the eighteenth floor was very cold. When Lu Shiyan jumped down, he only had time to see the broken panic in Shen Che's eyes. Everyone said that Lu Shiyan loved money as much as his life. For fifty million, he would betray his first love without blinking an eye and crawl into an old man's bed. Even Shen Che thought so. So he spent six years climbing to the top, just to trample his former lover into the mud. He made him unable to sign the order, made him humble and beg for mercy, made him have sex for countless nights, and then used the cruelest words to delay him: "If you jump, I will believe you." Lu Shiyan really jumped. Shen Che rushed downstairs like crazy, and when he hugged the broken body, he saw the belated diagnosis from the scattered mobile phones - severe post-traumatic stress disorder, stemming from the sexual assault five years ago. On the transfer record, the "money from selling one's body" was donated intact to the charity, and the note read: To accumulate virtue for Shen Che. He was never greedy for money and was not afraid of death.
