He moved "someone else's daughter" for his daughter for thirty years. In the last move, he lifted the white cloth and saw the face of his biological daughter under the red rope.
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Chen Fan, codenamed "Old Transport" in the industry, is the most senior transportation backbone in the shady marriage industry chain. In thirty years, he has changed from a novice with trembling hands to a numb veteran, from "only remembering numbers" to "secretly making up names", from "for her" to "don't know what to do".
He has a rule: don't look, ask, don't think. Don't look at her face, don't ask her name, don't want her to be alive.
Until the last order. The white cloth is lifted, and the red rope is revealed. Yiyi's face. The product he inspected with his own hands was the daughter he had raised for twenty-four years.
The triple dream collapsed: Professional instinct made him evaluate "A-level". In the memory flashback, she was laughing, and the system said "this is the rule" in his ears.
Rule? Fuck the rules.
He burned 30 years of savings, built a transparent shed next to his daughter's grave, displayed all the tools, and wrote "My daughter is the last order" in his handwriting. Pouring gasoline on the industry, he faked a burial and escaped into the mountains, using a pencil to write confessions on papyrus, one page a day, and engraved three hundred nameless girls back into the world.
Lin Yue climbed the mountain road for four hours to find him: "I am the daughter of your first shipment." It's not revenge, it's reconciliation - she just wants to know her mother's last look in her eyes.
