[Crazy criticism of the male protagonist + revenge and sadomasochism + black and white + robbery + sincerity of the bad guy]
"You are Song En."
"My name is not Song En, you have the wrong person."
Three years ago, in Phuket, Thailand, she remembered that face across the sound of gunfire and the pool of blood.
Three years later, at the Royal Temple in Bangkok, she met those dark brown eyes again.
In the police station.
She gritted her teeth and squeezed out each word: "I'm sorry... I recognized the wrong person."
He is the president of the Qi Group, a Chinese American, and he is accompanied by bodyguards.
She is a widow who has been chasing the murderer for three years.
At the door of the Jiangcheng reception, he stood next to the Rolls-Royce and said in a playful tone:
"You couldn't have... Chased me all the way from Thailand to here, right?"
She deliberately approached her, and he knew it was a trap, but he cooperated step by step - a game of cat and mouse that he never tired of.
In the hotel room, he finally broke through the disguise:
"Yes, it's me."
"Song En is me, Zhang Yue is me, and Qi Fei standing in front of you is me too."
He pinned her down on the bed and looked at her breaking down and crying, without any mercy on his face.
"Why are you crying?"
"Isn't the game what you want to play? Huh? Shen, Jiao, Jiao."
"Now, the game begins."
