An abandoned old mansion holds the secrets of a wealthy family's feuds and a passionate love sealed away for years.
“Nie Heizi, pinellia is poisonous. One day, I’ll poison you to death.”
“I’d gladly drink it down… But how do you know you aren’t the antidote to my poison?”…
*
She gave up a promising career for love, spent seven years learning to cook for him, only to be cruelly abandoned in the end.
From the bright, vibrant age of twenty to the poised elegance of twenty-seven, Bai Su gave him her passionate love and all the tenderness in her heart.
On the day they broke up, Bai Su swept a table full of delicious dishes onto the floor, determined to say goodbye to the past.
“Xue Hanyu, you’re more pitiful than I am. My heart is lonely, but your very soul is wretched and alone.”
After saying her piece, Bai Su took only her clothes and walked away with nothing.
Starting over at twenty-seven, Bai Su began with the smallest bit parts, all for the dazzling honor of becoming a Best Actress.
But on the road to her dream, she ran into an overbearing germaphobe, who also happened to be her future boss.
Lu Huaiyang said coldly, “There are two contracts on the table. The first says you’ll be responsible for my three meals a day until Xiao recovers from his injury. The second is a contract with the agency under L&Y.”
“I’ll sell my body, but not my talent.” Bai Su smiled at him seductively.
Lu Huaiyang remained unmoved. “Xiao fractured his right wrist because of you. We’ll handle this through legal channels!”
Bai Su slapped her hand down on the contract he was about to take away. “Wait… We haven’t even been to bed yet. Why are you in such a hurry?”
“Do more, talk less, from now on,” Lu Huaiyang ground out.
Bai Su’s bright, sly eyes shifted. “I’ll sign, but I have a condition.”
“Name it.”
“I want us to fake a romance for the tabloids.”
*
Lu Huaiyang, who could practically rule all of Jincheng with one hand, had two most peculiar taboos: first, no physical contact with strangers; second, he only ate food prepared by his own chef.
But somehow, his well-maintained habits were suddenly broken by Bai Su, whom he had met only twice.
At their first meeting, she got drunk, gave him the finger, sneered that he was a pervert, then pounced on him like a hungry wolf.
At their “second meeting,” he had his assistant… steal her lunch.
After that, a contract kept them bound together, and the fake romance gradually turned into genuine affection.
“I’m truly grateful to someone. If he hadn’t been blind, I wouldn’t have ended up with the woman of my dreams.”
She gradually climbed to the top, and then the secret of those hidden seven years was exposed. He didn’t care at all, and made a very public declaration of love.
She thought she had finally found someone she could entrust her heart to. But not long afterward, he announced that he was about to get engaged. The ridiculous thing was… the bride wasn’t her either.
*
On the red carpet, she watched him arrive with his beautiful companion, looking utterly blissful.
Under the glare of countless camera flashes, reporters bombarded her with questions. Bai Su smiled radiantly. “The tabloids make up romances for publicity. President Lu and I have nothing to do with each other. You really believe he dumped me?”
The reporters still refused to let it go.
Bai Su raised her left hand with feigned helplessness. A diamond as big as a pigeon’s egg glittered brilliantly. “I’m getting married. You’d better all be there!”