On the night of his father's funeral, Jiang Zhuo found a forged inheritance agreement among his stepmother Qin Jin's belongings - all assets had been quietly transferred. He tore up the documents in public, stained his fingertips with blood, and said in a cold voice: "You stole it, I will get it back with my own hands." Qin Jin smiled and said nothing, but the ashes of the fire twenty years ago surged in his eyes. No one knew that Jiang Zhuo was Qin Jin's biological son, and that the stability she had gained with lies had long been reforged into a sword by his hatred. Now, she wants to use the law to trap him, but he wants to use the truth to burn through her carefully woven mask.
