The year my dad’s audio network was brought down by a rival company, nineteen-year-old Huo Yanshen saved me, but an explosion left him deaf. For the next ten years, I became his ears and his voice. I gave up my dream of making music, studied sign language and lip-reading, and fought my way through the business world, helping him rise to the top of the tech industry. When his hearing recovered, I personally helped him clean up his image and transform the company, making him the revered “Mr. Huo.” But on the day we were supposed to try on engagement rings, I was five minutes late. I saw another girl wearing the “Starlight” collection I had designed, showing it off to the cameras. Huo Yanshen’s bodyguards surrounded her, addressing her as “Miss Lin” and saying, “Mr. Huo said you can wear this set for fun.” I snatched up the tray of rings and smashed it, tray and all, into the woman’s face. Shards of glass flew everywhere. Then I turned and swept my cold gaze over the bodyguards, who had fallen silent. My voice was icy and steady. “I can throw her away.” “But every diamond in that ‘Starlight’ set that she touched, she can swallow.”
