Fu Siyan is an unattainable person in Beijing circles. He has been twisting Buddhist beads in his hand all year round. He is cold and dignified and never lets any woman get close to him.
Only Jiang Chuxia, who had stared deeply at Zhou Yu's side in the dark three years ago. In order to restrain his shameful greed, he went overseas.
After returning to China three years later, Fu Siyan witnessed Zhou Yu cheating on him and abandoning Jiang Chuxia like a pair of shoes.
That night, while Zhou Yu was having fun at the club, Jiang Chuxia pushed open the door and poured a glass of ice water on the scumbag's face, refusing to break up.
Everyone laughed at Jiang Chuxia that she was nothing without Zhou Yu, but a hand with sharp joints wrapped around red sandalwood beads opened the door for her.
Under Zhou Yu's horrified gaze, the cold and aloof uncle took off his sandalwood-stained windbreaker and put it on Jiang Chuxia. His tone was gentle but unquestionable: "Zhou Yu, why are you talking to your little aunt?"
Later, Zhou Yu was so regretful that his intestines were blue, and he knocked on Jiang Chuxia's door with red eyes.
The door was opened a crack, and his little uncle, who was as indestructible as a god, had a messy shirt and gold-rimmed glasses half hanging on the bridge of his nose.
He tore off the Buddhist beads on his wrist, hugged Jiang Chuxia tightly into his arms, and said in a deep voice with fatal temptation and possessiveness: "Get away, don't disturb me and your aunt kissing."
