The neon night is forever, and the sea breeze of Hong Kong Island cannot dissipate the smell of copper and hypocrisy at the top of Vanity Fair.
The best friend became a prisoner in the hands of capital, tearing open the cold-blooded price tag deep in the wealthy family.
Lin Zhixu saw through the vast night. In order to control life and death, and to hide the shocking glimpse in her heart that she had not dared to see for three years, she walked into the small space of Shen Jingchi, the leader of the Shen family, with her weather-soaked trump card.
He is an extremely shrewd chess player, cold-blooded and restrained. She gave an impeccable price, put on the mask of a cold-blooded partner, and restrained the storm and love.
He thought it was a well-thought-out business gamble, but he didn't know that she was using marriage as a sword to hide her bloody sincerity.
And he also lowered his lifelong defense and gave his only preference and soul to his unparalleled antidote with both hands.
