On a rainy night, I picked up a girl with a fever of 40 degrees next to the trash can.
She has the face of a lolita, the figure of a royal sister, and in her arms is a black briefcase that is heavier than her life.
She said she would give me five hundred thousand and I would ask her to save it.
Then she looked at the silver needle in my hand and said, "Only Lin Ji's grandson in the world can use these seven needles so steadily."
My hand shook.
That's my grandpa's name.
Her name is Su Zhiwei, the first heir to Jiangbei Pharmaceutical. Her parents were poisoned, and her pursuers were all over the city.
The only thing that can save people is the seven needles passed down from my ancestors.
From that day on, she lived in my rental house, slept in my bed, wore my white shirt, and ate the noodles I cooked.
In front of others, she is the iceberg lady who makes the landlord kneel down.
In front of me, she cooked for me, took my pulse, and even thought I was embarrassed because of my attire.
Until that day, she pushed me against the wall, looked up at me with a loli face, and said coldly:
"I'll protect you."
