On the day she borrowed the seed, she thought she was plotting against the second young master of the Su family.
Su Qixu, twenty-three years old, has a gentle personality. She checked all his information - he was the only person in the Su family who would stop to help with cleaning. Of all the people she could come into contact with, he was the least likely to hurt her. But that night the door opened, and the person who came in was wearing a dark shirt and cold white wrists. He stood in the shadow and even the light outside the door was dimmed. He didn't speak, he just raised his hand and turned off the bedside lamp. In the darkness, she smelled the faint scent of osmanthus on his body. It's like someone put dried osmanthus flowers into old books and kept them there for many years.
One month later, the pregnancy test showed two lines. On the same day, Su Qixu fell into the sea and died. The posthumous child became her only bargaining chip for a comeback. She walked into Su's house with the pregnancy test report and bit her to death in front of her ex-fiancé Su Yu - the child was Qi Xu's.
Su Yu didn't expose her. He just put the osmanthus cufflinks within her reach, placed the slippers in a fixed position under the bed, laid out all the clues on a path, and waited for her to piece together the truth with her own hands.
She thought she was dancing alone on the edge of a knife. She didn't know that the man that night was him from beginning to end. He had pretended not to know all his life, just waiting for twenty years for her to come over on her own.
Only when the DNA report was spread out on the table did she know—he had known from the beginning. A bowl of sweet-scented osmanthus cake and a pair of slippers. Two people who had been waiting for too long finally found their way home in the coldest part of the floor.
Reunion | Secret Love | True and Fake Daughter | Healing | Reversal
Serving Guide: Slowly warm and affectionate, foreshadowing in the early stage, and the emotions explode layer by layer in Chapter 8. A long drama, suitable for readers who prefer delicate foreshadowing.
Concept: a silent layout, a dribbling to survive, they guard both sides in the fog of information gap.