——I broke his proud bone with my own hands, only to realize that it was my backbone.
Crazy criticism of conceited wolfdog [Attack] x Forbearance and self-destruction [Suffer]
Cheng Yuanxiu will always remember that rainy night.
The seventeen-year-old boy knelt in the mud, clutching Song Jinqiu's trousers and begging him to save his mother.
And the man who always wore a neat suit just gently pulled back his blood-soaked trousers: "No one can violate the chairman's wishes."
Five years later, the Cheng Group changed hands.
Cheng Yuanxiu stood above his former lover and used the business methods he had taught him to crush his pride inch by inch.
He gave him a fake that looked exactly like himself, and the eyes behind his lenses finally broke.
"Teacher, what was the first lesson you taught me?"
Cheng Yuanxiu pinched Song Jinqiu's chin and forced him to look at the surveillance screen, where images of shattered fakes were being played in a loop.
"You said it-"
"If you want something, you have to tear it to pieces with your own hands and grab it."
Until that rainy night, Cheng Yuanxiu found a yellowed note in the middle of Song Jinqiu's pocket watch.
Above is Song Jinqiu's handwriting:
"I changed the dose of that cup of medicine."
But in fact
Everything, including the first encounter, was Song Jinqiu's handiwork.
[He was my enlightenment in economics and the textbook I learned to hate]
When the stopped gears of the pocket watch begin to turn,
Cheng Yuanxiu finally understood the bloodiest confession in that capital game.
"Teacher, you made the wrong bet on this game." Cheng Yuanxiu kissed his eyelashes at the bloody dawn, "What I want is not the truth..."
He opened the buttons of Song Jinqiu's shirt and tasted the taste of the heavy rain eight years ago in his teeth.
Beside the hospital bed, Song Jinqiu touched the teeth marks on his collarbone and smiled softly.
"You have already seen through my lie, why are you still acting with me?"
Cheng Yuanxiu put on the watch for him, and the cold metal light reflected the overlapping palm prints of the two people:
"What I want is not the truth... But that you are willing to be trapped in my cage."
"He built a cage of hate, but trapped our uncorrupted love."
Concept: The deepest love is often hidden in the most painful hatred.
