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This is a story about money. It's not the kind of tens of millions or hundreds of millions of money, but a few thousand, ten thousand, thirty thousand - these numbers are not big, but each one is like a multiple-choice question: who do you save, who do you give up, and who do you rank at the bottom. There are no bad guys. There is no inversion. No one burst into tears or suddenly had an idea at the end. There was only a pool of cold water at fifteen degrees. And a regular guy who fishes it out every day.

Who understands? The shopkeeper of the pawnshop who guarded the marriage was actually single. Su Qingyuan could see through everyone's red rope of marriage, could help maids find a good match, and help abandoned wives renew their true love, but he was bound to death by the rules - the pawnshop manager must not be emotional for the rest of his life, otherwise his soul would be lost. Until Xie Jingheng appeared. He was the coldest spiritual officer in the Tiandao Division. He was ordered to check that she had secretly changed her destiny, but at the first sight, he was tied to her body by a golden and red thread. The spiritual official who has no love and no love meets the shopkeeper who cannot be emotional. Fate plays a gentle joke. He was obviously here to enforce the law, but he protected her every time; she obviously wanted to abide by the rules, but in his eyes, she was confused. Is that red line crossing the path of heaven a calamity or fate? "Su Qingyuan, I will break your rules; I will keep them for the rest of your life."

On a rainy night, he rescued her in despair from the Beicheng Bridge. The lonely apartment on the 67th floor was filled with fireworks because of her. He has hidden the tenderness for two years, hidden in the right clothes, hidden in bright yellow rain boots, hidden in every bouquet of fresh flowers. A misunderstanding and an escape could not compare with his frank pursuit - "I have been waiting for you for two years. My home is yours." The restrained and affectionate boss plus the sensitive and soft florist\u002F. Two-way redemption. Sweet but not greasy. Come to China Literature's website to read more of my works!

After my father passed away, my uncle forged a million-dollar IOU, kicked me out and even defiled my father's ashes. At the desperate moment, Dongfang Jin came with an umbrella: "Su Nianwan, from today on, I will protect you." He paid off my debt and sought justice, but inadvertently, he took out an old photo of me from middle school - a protection that spanned ten years, hiding my father's trust and his unspoken preference.