Jiang Liyun is best at two things: playing the role of the "good-for-nothing second son" and running his humble but sinister investment company.
Chu Huaiqing is also good at two things: controlling Hong Kong's business community, and seeing through Jiang Liyun's disguise at a glance.
At a dinner party, Chu Huaiqing blocked him on the terrace: "Mr. Jiang, the rumors say that you didn't even tell one-tenth of the truth."
Jiang Liyun's smiling mask had cracks for the first time.
Approach, attract, fall in love. Then came the forced betrayal and decisive separation.
Seven months ago, Jiang Liyun disappeared with the "breakup fee", leaving Chu Huaiqing with a high fever in the heavy rain, asking why over and over again.
Seven months later, Dali Ancient City.
Chu Huaiqing followed the vague sentence "I like flowers" and walked into the corner flower shop, but saw her ex who was supposed to be abroad.
In the other person's arms was a bunch of lisianthus that was about to wither.
Chu Huaiqing blocked the person between the flower stand and the wall, and said in a hoarse voice, "Explain."
Jiang Liyun tilted his head and said calmly: "As you can see, I opened a flower shop..."
He tried to pull away, but Chu Huaiqing grabbed his wrist violently.
During the struggle, a peace charm with frayed corners slipped from Jiang Liyun's tight-fitting shirt pocket and fell to the ground between the two of them.
The red thread is entangled, and the hand-embroidered writing on it is faintly discernible: Chuhuai is clear, and you will be safe every year.
The air was dead.
Chu Huaiqing raised his eyes and said word by word:
"Jiang Liyun, tell me——"
"Was it really just about money back then?"
