Eight Years of Honor and Disgrace, the Reunion Is Already a Blur

Eight years ago, at the gate of Shanghai University during the rainy season, next to the Liu family's Porsche, a family of three severely humiliated me. Father Liu sneered: "The toad wants to eat the swan meat, but he will fall to death in the end." Mother Liu was mean: "My daughter has never loved you. You are just a toy that you throw away when you are tired of playing with it." Liu Piaopiao tore up the love letter I wrote and said coldly: "We are not from the same world." In anger, I gave up my writing and joined the army. After eight years of bloodshed and nine deaths, I became the youngest major general. My parents had a car accident and I changed my career and returned. This time, I am a senior official in Shanghai City, holding great power. Eight years later, we met again at the bidding meeting. She was dressed up to attend, but she didn't know that I was the one who decided the life and death of her family. This time, it was my turn to ask her: Now, are you enough to have my world?