She, Jiang Li, crazily criticized beauties. She returned to China to find out the cause of her parents' death, and stepped into a shocking secret that spanned thirty-two years.
Shen Tinglan, the flower of the high mountains and the emperor of the business world, paid 80 million to buy her life, but used the entire business empire as a betrothal gift. Jiang Lie, a desperado, turned back from his enemy and stuffed the silver coins left by his mother into her palm: "Suppress the soil and nourish the roots, wear it with you to defend yourself." Su Yu'an, a gentle devil, saw through her disguise at the first meeting and handed over a toffee: "It doesn't matter if it's broken."
She investigated from Bangkok to Hong Kong, from Suzhou to Singapore, burned paintings, demolished walls, and moved thirty-two years of secrets into the sunshine.
The enemy fell, and the three men waited for her to make a choice.
She chose nothing. He picked up the canvas bag with a small hole in it, returned all the keys, and went further away alone. The birch forest in Mohe, the bluebird water lilies in Chongming Island, the rice seeds in Wan Chai, Hong Kong - she records plant data everywhere she goes and sends them back to the pumping room regularly.
Jiang Lie continued to measure the side branches she left behind, Shen Tinglan came to plant rice seedlings every spring, Su Yu'an used her fallen flower fragments to prepare the formula, and Qin Zhao painted ever-asymmetrical butterflies on the last page of the ledger.
The tangerine peel tea in the pump room is always hot, and the side branch No. 034 Blooms on time every year.
She didn't choose anyone, but everyone found themselves because of her
