When she was seven years old, she walked into the Fu family. He glanced at her on the stairs—and that glance meant eighteen years.
At the age of twenty-five, his father fell off a cliff at high speed and died. The anonymous letter pointed to the Fu family. She found an acquisition report in his study - dated three months before her father's accident. No goodbye. I found out I was pregnant before boarding the plane. She didn't want her child to be named Fu.
Seven years in London. She raised the child alone. He searched for her for three years without looking for her - only one winter when he flew to London and saw her taking out the rubbish with her baby in her arms. He thought she already had someone else. He didn't know it was his child.
Seven years later, during the bidding meeting of the National Gallery, she pushed open the door of the conference room—he personally put this invitation into her mailbox.
She thought she was back for revenge.
Little did he know that he had been waiting for this day for seven years.
Intention: Love is not about chasing back, it is about standing still and waiting for you to walk through the road that she must walk by herself.