The news of Fu Su appearing together spread quickly, and although Su Wanxin wasn't paying attention to it, there were plenty of people who were.
Late at night, Cheng Yao lay on the sofa, eyes dark as she stared at her phone screen, without a trace of sleepiness.
The woman on the screen had a bright, striking appearance, looking rather unapproachable. Yet, she was holding someone else's hand, following closely. Their steps were unusually synchronized, as if they were quite accustomed to each other's presence.
The two most talked-about people in the financial circles had come together just like that. How much of a storm they would stir in the future was unknown, and Cheng Yao wasn't interested in finding out.
She only wanted to know how she could make them understand the pain of loss, what it means to live a life worse than death.
To be stepped on, face pressed into the ground, struggling desperately but unable to get up— she really wanted them to taste that too.
But...
