On the day the Shen family went bankrupt, it rained heavily.
Shen Qingyi took off her earrings, took off her high heels, and stood in front of Lu Sui's car wearing a white shirt worth thirty yuan.
The car window was lowered, and the man had a string of black beads wrapped around his wrist. His eyes were cold as if he were looking at an insignificant item.
"Shen Qingyi." Lu Sui looked at her condescendingly, "If you want to stay, what can you do in exchange?"
She raised her eyes and spoke softly.
"Get a good calculation that Mr. Lu needs."
Later, Lu Sui found out that Shen Qingyi really knew how to settle accounts.
She wrote down all the debts he paid for her, the roads he paved for her, and the knives he blocked for her.
Even the cup of hot water he handed over late at night would be returned intact the next day.
Lu Sui only thought it was funny at first.
A bankrupt rich man with no way out actually wanted to settle things with him.
Until the Shen family's old case was overturned, she pushed a liquidation document in front of him.
"Mr. Lu."
Shen Qingyi didn't look at him and just said calmly: "We are settled."
That night, Lu Sui broke the Buddhist beads on his wrist.
Dark beads rolled into the rain, but he seemed not to hear anything.
When Shen Qingyi turned to leave, he finally lost control and reached out to grab the hem of her skirt that was blown up by the wind.
"Shen Qingyi."
His voice was hoarse.
"Am I on your account too?"
She didn't look back.
In the sound of rain, he asked in a low voice: "Can you... Don't settle the matter?"
Intent: Love is not about control and settlement, but about respecting each other as independent and complete people.