Advance Statement

(Under revision, please read the following chapters first)

The heroine Jin Suting has a complex personality* The hero Helan Ruizhe has an even more complex personality** The supporting characters all have very complex personalities***

A bloody late-night romance drama at 8:30 PM

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The story begins here

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The richest villa complex in Windy City, with tall white buildings scattered around in an orderly manner, is filled with lush greenery and a variety of noble flowers.

The sun was shining brightly, shining into the floor-to-ceiling windows on the second floor of the Jin residence.

"Kua La—"

A one-meter-tall pure white porcelain vase was pushed down from a dark brown wooden square table by a little girl in a little dress. The little girl in school uniform who was lying on the coffee table copying vowels and finals was so startled that she looked up suddenly.

When her eyes fell on the ceramic fragments on the ground, the little girl in school uniform looked up reflexively and saw that her mother's favorite porcelain vase on the wooden table had become a mess on the ground, and her face was full of panic.

He put down the 2B pencil in his little hand and ran hurriedly to the girl in the dress.

Before she could question the little girl in the dress why she broke her mother's porcelain vase, a sharp scream came from the second floor.

The young woman in dark green house clothes rushed downstairs as fast as she could. She stopped beside the little girl in school uniform and squatted down to examine her beloved porcelain vase, which had been smashed to pieces, seemingly beyond repair. She was furious, her voice shrill as she demanded, "Who did this?"

The little girl in the dress looked aggrieved, tears welling up in her eyes, "It was my sister who broke the porcelain vase."

The little girl in school uniform was stunned when she was called, and her tone was cold: "It's not me."

The young woman glared at the little girl in school uniform, "Jin Suting, you're the one causing trouble again?!"

The little girl in school uniform felt wronged and scared, but she still pretended to be calm: "It really wasn't me this time, it was Jin Chu..."

"Pa--" Before she could finish her words, her small body was hit hard, and the young woman's palm fell on Jin Suting's back.

"Aren't you still Chuchu? I've really raised you for the past three years in vain! This porcelain vase is worth millions, so go out and sell it to compensate me?!" The young woman spoke harshly, completely ignoring Jin Suting's trembling shoulders and tears that kept falling.

"Auntie Wang, come and sweep up the debris! Stop tying Chuchu up!" The young woman pulled the little girl in a dress - Jin Chu, Jin Suting's sister, out of the living room.

Before Jin Chu left, he turned around and made a face at Jin Suting, mouthing, "Garbage."

"What bad luck." Mother Wang, wearing gloves, carefully picked up the fragments on the ground one by one and threw them into the trash can.

Jin Suting stood there alone, crying until her throat was hoarse. Her back was burning with pain and her whole body was in discomfort, but she still stood straight, like a tree standing tall in the wind and rain.