In her previous life, Shen Yuan died on her twenty-sixth birthday. Her best friend ran off with the last thirty million she had, her fiancé publicly called her late father’s final work garbage, and her stepmother and younger sister divided up her last property. She fell from the twenty-eighth floor like a red rose crushed to pieces.
But she never knew that, one second before she fell, someone had already pulled the trigger.
Fu Yanheng, the uncrowned king of Jinggang’s underworld, a man respected by both the legitimate and criminal worlds, pressed a gun to his temple on the seventh day after her death. His suicide note contained just one line:
“Shen Yuan, I’ll walk the road to the underworld with you.”
He had loved her for ten years, yet she never knew his name.
Reborn at nineteen, in the first week after her father’s death and the start of her family’s assets being swallowed up, Shen Yuan stood before the funeral hall, looked at those hypocritical faces, and suddenly smiled.
This time, she didn’t want to run away. She would take back everything that belonged to her with her own hands, down to the last cent,
