That night, she went into the wrong room and slept with the eldest young master of the Shen family, the one everyone called a "living corpse."
She didn't know he was faking it. The Dragon King of the Shen family could control the tides of fortune with a wave of his hand. He was only waiting to close the net.
She had no idea he'd been looking for her for fifteen years, remembering her voice, the way she walked, and the little white flower on the back of her hand.
She left behind only a broken jade pendant. "One half each. Neither of us is allowed to lose it. If you keep it, you must never forget me."
Then she fled by jumping off a cliff, carrying his child.
Five years later, she returned with boy-and-girl twins and assumed a new name to join the Shen Corporation as a junior secretary.
Her direct supervisor was him.
Her son whispered, "Mommy, why does that uncle look exactly like me?"
He stared at the crooked little white flower embroidered on the girl's school uniform, identical in every detail to the one on his armband.
"Su Wan." He cornered her against the wall, his voice low and husky. "You can run, but the kids can't."
"That depends on whether you can still recognize us."
In his entire life, he'd only mistaken her for someone else once.
This time, he would recognize them both, her and the children, and bring them back.
