On the day the board of directors voted to approve the marriage, Sun Cheng took a photo of our rental house.
When his father forced him to leave with a check eight years ago, he knelt in the rain and clutched the old key.
Now he has become an upstart capitalist, and I am the bargaining chip of the family marriage.
At the auction, he held up the number plate and fixed his eyes on the wedding ring on my ring finger through the crowd.
"Nine million, buys memories."
On the eve of the wedding, I fled to his apartment, only to see his daughter, the secretary who had helped my father commit perjury, standing at the door.
Her belly was slightly swollen, and she held the copper key in her hand that I thought had disappeared long ago.
Intention: Why are you so persistent?