I fed the only son of the richest man in the south of the Yangtze River with a bowl of apple porridge, and also fed him a bloody feud for ten years.
Back then, his farewell message sent me to hell.
For ten years, I struggled in the mud, tempered myself into the sharpest knife, and returned with a child that no one knew about.
After returning, I became the lowest cook in his fiancee's family.
He was sitting at the head seat of a wealthy family's banquet. I disappeared behind the fumes and mixed my revenge into their food bit by bit.
He watched my revenge with cold eyes and secretly cleared the way for me.
Until he was seriously injured and on the verge of death, he held my hand and refused to let go: "Yan hope... In the past ten years, my life has been worse than death."
Later, the truth was revealed, he crushed his enemies, took control of the family, and held a marriage document in front of me.
"Ten years of Congee Nuan, is that enough for you to trust me again?"
Purpose: True revenge is not destruction, but taking back the power to define your own life.