Yun Qiu's husband died, making him the sole heir to a fortune worth billions.
On the day of the funeral, this widow, who had never shown his face before, appeared before everyone for the first time.
The eyes of every guest in the room turned toward him at once, and none could look away.
He stood before the coffin, holding a portrait of the deceased. His black suit made him look slender, a simple white flower adorned his lapel, his eyes glistened with tears, and his lips were arrestingly red.
Everyone was certain he was a delicate flower that couldn't weather a storm, fragile white porcelain that would shatter at the slightest touch. Without his husband's protection, it was only a matter of time before someone devoured him alive.
Sure enough, once the funeral ended, everything began to spiral out of control.
His bold, unruly younger brother-in-law knocked on his door late at night, his breath hot. “My brother's gone now. I can do whatever I want.”
His quiet, reserved childhood friend forced him into a car, his knuckles white. “Tell me, where did he touch you?”
His obsessive, extreme late husband's best friend gripped his cheek in one hand, his gaze dark. “Those marks on your neck... whose are they?”
The arrogant, nasty industry upstart stroked the corner of his red, tearful eyes, his voice low. “Beg me. Beg me... and I'll let you go.”
“Did I tempt you?
Did I ever say anything sweet to you?
Didn't I clearly tell you that I didn't love you
and couldn't love you?”
Theme: Widows, widowers, and the lonely will all be cared for
