He was a business emperor, cold-blooded and ruthless, but he dropped all his defenses in front of her. She was the cinnabar mole that he had cultivated in his heart for ten years, and she was also the scapegoat that he personally pushed into the abyss. When the truth was revealed, he pinched her neck with red eyes and asked: "Have you ever loved me?" She smiled and coughed up blood: "No, it was all a conspiracy from beginning to end." But the moment she turned around, he knelt in the rain, begging her to come back. A calculation, both sides lose. He thought he could control everything, but he didn't know that she had already planted bone-corrosive poison in his heart. In a sadomasochistic love affair, whoever is tempted first will lose first.
