A marriage of the century, welding the cold scepter of the financial empire and the blood-stained patents of the technological upstarts into twin shackles.
When Pei Huaizhi pulled the trigger, he aimed at the three inches behind Jiang Yuaning's heart where the coordinates of his mother's death day were tattooed, and the bullet eventually entered his chest.
Jiang Yuanning held the pregnancy diagnosis certificate and sneered. The genetic map of the embryo in her belly matched perfectly with the charred corpse in the 1998 fire.
"You want Mrs. Pei's glory, and I want the entire Jiang family to be buried with you."
At the auction, he bought the land deed of Jiang's ancestral home as a wedding gift, and she showed off her pregnant "business chips" in public.
No one knows:
The cloning agent flows in his body with advanced gastric cancer, and the birthmark under her collarbone is the only key to the arson case;
Every cough he made was masking the surveillance alarm, and every smile she made was counting the time for a toxicological attack.
"We were feeding each other arsenic when we kissed, and we were exchanging bullets when we hugged."
When pianist He Qingli played the third variation of "Farewell", the dusty silver chains suddenly opened——
The first encounter on the terrace at the charity dinner is a sophisticated algorithm, and the life-and-death confrontation in the cloud is erotic foreplay;
The USB flash drive that Du Nanyun desperately protected contained an audio code that could stop the fetal heartbeat;
At the end of the agreement Xu Yanling burned, Pei Huaizhi's signature exactly matched the handwriting of Jiang Yuanning's abortion consent...
"My dear, welcome to the Truth Incinerator."
Gardenias watered with conspiracy bloom here, ballistic paths inscribe love words, and corpses lay the foundation for the throne.
When the fire reignites on Christmas Eve, who can salvage the sincerity from the ashes?
——It's not us anyway.
Intention: I will be crowned with thorns and burn the end of lies with you
