Song Yan is the most unlearned and unskilled grandson of the Song family. He guards antique shops during the day and reads people's hearts at night. He can see the fetters wrapped around everyone - red is true love, gray is use, black is murderous intent, and gold is unchangeable destiny. He never believed in fate until he bumped into the woman who was trampled into the dust by the fake daughter at the cocktail party. The threads wrapped around her body were all golden, and every thread pointed towards himself.
Song Yan looked down upon the fake moon that others held in their hands. He just wanted to pamper this real daughter, who was regarded as a fake by the whole world, into a real goddess.
Su Mu was humiliated, and he smiled and let the person who insulted her die in public; Su Mu was expelled from the house, and he handed over half of the Song family; Su Mu was coerced by "fate", and he finally couldn't be bothered to pretend to be a gentle gentleman anymore——
"Su Mu, come here and show them what it means to look down upon others."
In the early stage, he was as gentle as jade, and he was the most measured gentleman; in the later stage, he was a gentle scum, and was the most unreasonable hunter. Everyone thought that he was protecting the fate of the "Goddess of Heaven", but only he knew: it was never the fate that he protected, but Su Mu.
The real daughter, the fake daughter, the filth of the wealthy family, old cases and conspiracies... He personally cut off all the threads that trapped her one by one.
