Everyone said that I was the canary raised by Jiang Chi, coveting his money.
I smiled but said nothing, and played the role of affectionate stand-in conscientiously until he returned to China in Bai Yueguang.
When he humiliated me in public for his green tea daughter, I calmly handed over the contract termination agreement and the account list, accurate to the minute.
"Mr. Jiang, it's a pleasure to cooperate. It's settled."
I turned around and left to join the top translation field.
But he went crazy, smashed up offices worth hundreds of millions, searched the whole city for me like a mad dog, and stayed downstairs of my house for three days and nights, his voice trembling: "Xu Wanyin, I don't want the money, the contract doesn't count... I only want you."
Purpose: firm belief