She had been left behind twice in her life.
The first time, when I was just one month old, I was wrapped in an old cotton-padded jacket and placed behind the trash can. There were two words written on the note: Shen Wei.
The second time, when he was nine months old and had a high fever, he was left at the door of the orphanage by his only relative. It's not because I don't love, it's because I can't afford to love.
At the age of twenty-two, Shen Wei lives like a weed - mold grows in the partitions of the urban village, the couple next door quarrels until early in the morning, and she can't even apply for a credit card because she doesn't have a fixed address. She thought she would be like this for the rest of her life, until a contract appeared in front of her.
Mo Sinian, the head of the Mo Group, is the most noble man in Jiang City. He needs a contract lover, three years, 50 million, both money and cash. Shen Wei needs to live, as long as he lives, that's enough. They signed a contract, each got what he needed, and no one owed anything to the other.
But Mo Sinian didn't know when it started to change. He blocked the gun for her at the family dinner, destroyed the decades-long cooperative relationship when she was surrounded by public opinion, and said in the most clumsy way at every moment when she thought she was "unworthy" -
You were never for sale. You are priceless.
And when Shen Wei finally came into contact with the truth of her life experience - the note behind the trash can, the letter in the jacket, a name that had disappeared for twenty-two years - she discovered that some things are harder to let go than contracts, and some people are harder to resist than fate.
This is a story of a woman rising from the dust, and a story of a man learning to love. It starts with the contract and ends with "no sale".
She is not for sale. She was never for sale.
