Jiang You, a question writer in a small town, never expected that the "poor postgraduate entrance examination party" to whom he kindly gave away a second-hand English paper in a cafe was actually Fu Shijing, the boss of a top architectural firm who had just returned to China. What's even more embarrassing is that at Party A's proposal meeting the next day, this handsome man in a wheelchair in a suit and leather shoes had the paper with all the key points she drew at his feet.
Jiang You thought this was just an oolong comedy, but she didn't know that she was falling step by step into the gentle land carefully packaged by Fu Shijing. Just when the relationship between the two was heating up rapidly, and even the wedding ring was secretly measured and measured, Fu Shijing suddenly started to "evaporate", leaving only a cold "Don't contact me again".
Jiang You, the god of pure love, never gave up and started a four-year "Daily Mail Check-in" copy - sending out 1,500 letters, but the system prompted that all were unread. It wasn't until the Wenzhou project was restarted four years later that the aloof Mr. Fu not only came back in a wheelchair, but also held his childhood sweetheart on his arm and smiled softly at her: "Jiang Translator, long time no see."
Everyone said that Fu Shijing was cold-blooded and ruthless. Only Jiang You, after being pushed away by him again and again, pieced together the blood stains on his sleeves, the secretly hidden anti-cancer drugs, and the 1,500 replies in the "draft box" that had never been sent. When the question of life and death lies between two people, the ultimate answer to this extremely tumultuous sadomasochism is not "fight to the end", but "learn to let go".
