"Auntie Su, your little princess will understand your good intentions one day."
"Lu Yu, why didn't you tell Auntie in advance that you were coming?"
"I came to discuss the partnership between PN Pharmaceutical and BR Group with President Su. But President Su wasn't willing to see me, so I had no choice but to come to you."
Su Yue wore jewelry as pure and noble as moonlight, but her heart had long been stained with complicated colors.
Lu Yu walked out of the president's office with the contract held lightly in his hand. Su Mosheng stopped him.
"You're even more despicable than I imagined."
"That's right. Because what I want isn't just the whole of BR Group. I also want our little princess."
The well-defined fingers of Su Mosheng's hands twisted with rage, but he didn't want to fight back through violence.
"Since you've put it that way, I have a gift for you."
Su Mosheng shoved the "secret weapon" he had been investigating for so long into Lu Yu's hands. This was one of the reasons he had hidden himself away in that apartment building.
"Name your price. As long as P Company can afford it."
"The price I'd ask is one the entire PN Pharmaceutical couldn't bear. Because evil cannot be measured with money."
"Su Mosheng, what exactly do you want? If you leak this experimental report, you'll be ruined too."
"Ruined? You think I care about being ruined? I was never anything to begin with."
"Then I'll just have to point the gun at the little princess."
"She's not as weak as you think. She's stronger than any of us—far stronger."
"Fine. Then we'll all go to hell together."
"Lu Yu, before we go to hell, there's still a possibility for cooperation between us."
"That's exactly what I wanted to hear, President Su."
"I want you to help me deal with Qin Zu. What's been done so far isn't enough. I want him to descend into Avīci first."
Lu Yu gripped Su Mosheng's scarred right hand. Both their hands were as cold as corpses. Only in the moment they clasped them together did they burn with the heat of hell's flames.
Su Mosheng returned to the president's office, unable to hold back his tears. He remembered the past—remembered the life of bullying and loneliness in the orphanage.
Qin Zu, in that moment you pushed Xiao Die down the stairs, did you ever imagine that the judge living in hell would be reborn in pain because of her kindness, and return to seek vengeance on her behalf?
Xiao Die stepped out of the BR Financial Tower. The building was as cold as hell itself.
"Oh no! I'm about to miss the last intercity bus…"
"Allow me to drive you, young miss."
Xiao Die looked up and saw an elegant, refined man standing beside a luxury car, reading a book.
It was The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald.
So what if he reads Fitzgerald? We're still not from the same world.
"I'm sorry, but I don't accept advances from strangers."
"Miss Su, we're hardly strangers. We've met once before."
Met once before? Oh, right—I remember now. He's the "gangster boss" who came to collect a debt from Qin Zu.
"Miss Su? You must have the wrong person…"
"I haven't made a mistake. Your mother is Su Yue, chairwoman of BR Group. Your father is Su She, shareholder of X Group. Your original name is Su Die. That is your true name."
This man is no ordinary person… If I get close to him, maybe I can uncover the secrets behind all this mess…
"Fine. You can drive me home. But if you try anything, I'm calling the police."
"Miss Su, even if I had the desire, I wouldn't have the nerve…"
"What's your name?"
"I already introduced myself. I'm Lu Yu, president of the world's number one pharmaceutical group. And in the future, I'll have another title—your ordinary friend."