The first time Yan E met Shi Shan was at her engagement party.
Wearing an ivory-white satin cheongsam, she looked like a little white jasmine stained by the morning dew and left alone in the world.
However, this jasmine plant is nestling on other green leaves.
Shi Shan had heard a little about Yan Er. It was said that he was the news talker of the Yan family, the richest man in Haizhou. His words were ungrateful and inhumane, and he was ruthless in his work. Everyone respectfully called him Mr. Yan on the surface, but secretly called him the Living King of Hell.
I thought he looked fierce and unattractive, but I didn't expect him to be as handsome as a male star.
Shi Shan toasted to him: "Hello, Mr. Yan! Seeing is better than hearing a hundred times. I will rely on your care in the future."
She drank so fast that her face instantly turned red. Only her slender neck was still white, which made her throat feel itchy.
"Easy to say." Yan E, who didn't drink at all that night, narrowed his deep and sharp eyes, raised his hand and drank the wine in one gulp.
Shi Shan thought to himself: "This man is not as unkind as the rumors say, and has nothing to do with the King of Hell."
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However, just a few months later, the originally shaky Shi family went bankrupt, her fiancé broke off the engagement, and her father fell ill and was hospitalized.
Shi Shan ran around like a headless fly, but hit a wall everywhere.
The kind person pointed out a clear path for her, "No one can help with this matter, why don't you go find Mr. Yan."
"Mr. Yan?" Shi Shan was stunned and asked in a daze: "Who is Mr. Yan?"
"Who else has the surname Yan in Haizhou?"
Shi Shan thought of the man he had only met once a few months ago, and then realized that he was wrong, and how wrong he was.
That man was indeed the living King of Hell.
Intention: Self-reliance and self-reliance
