Red Madam

My fiancé's fireworks factory caused a fatal accident, leaving a debt of millions in compensation.

I sold our marital home and worked tirelessly day and night to help him repay the debt.

Yet, I unexpectedly encountered my fiancé, who was supposed to be working hard with me.

He was dressed in an expensive suit, embracing a little girl of about four or five years old from behind, as they together cut a gilded cake that stood half a man's height.

The cheers almost lifted the ceiling, "President Song truly dotes on his daughter; even her birthday cake is covered in gold leaf. The batch of fireworks that were just set off cost over a million."

I stood at the door with a fruit platter, stunned.

If the girl inside was Song Yanting's daughter, then who was the cold corpse in the hospital?


Nian Nian Never Returns

The assistant hung up the phone, looking at me disdainfully: "Satisfied now? Ten million, money you won't earn in several lifetimes."


I looked up, meeting his determined eyes.


"Not satisfied," I said, "My daughter's corneas will only go to the rightful person, no amount of money can buy them."


In her life, Nian Nian suffered too many grievances following me.


If I can't even fulfill her last wish, I would be a completely unworthy mother.


Just as I finished speaking, a woman dressed sharply walked over.


"No amount of money can buy them?" She glanced me over, mocking: "You poor people, grabbing every chance to extort, it's absolutely disgusting!"


"If your daughter's tissues hadn't matched with Miss Shen's, do you think the Shen family would want a poor person's corneas? Who knows what filth might be on them!"


Finishing her words, she pushed me aside, trying to grab the transport box from the doctor's hands.


Chapter 4