At the status of Pan Jianjun, he had already obtained many things that ordinary people only dream of having. It was precisely because he had experienced them that he was able to view wealth and power as mere passing clouds.
When climbing the peaks of life, before seeing the scenery on the other side of the mountain, one particularly yearns to see it, believing that it must be far more beautiful.
But once you truly reach the summit and look at it long enough, it becomes mundane.
What he now considered most precious was love, the woman before him who was about to die, his wife.
It was the fear of losing her that made him value her even more.
He was not confused. He had long known that the ruse of the Nine Insects Gang Leader introducing a foster sister to coincidentally meet him was a ploy of seduction.
Yet, he was willing to be ensnared by it.