Childhood innocence, radiant midsummer years, a fleeting dream-all turned to nothing in an instant.
Zheng Xixi did not understand why those people could tolerate marriages united in appearance but divided at heart, yet could not stand true love between kindred souls.
The club used to beat the lovers apart was too thick. They had tried everything, but could hardly change their circumstances.
Under such circumstances, someone always had to give way first.
Yang Xian refused the check the Zheng family offered her and crossed the ocean alone, promising to earn them a future that could stand against worldly conventions.
They did not contact each other during that time. Yang Xian had only taken a bank card in Zheng Xixi's name with barely any money in it when she left, and on the seventh of every month, a transaction notification would arrive on the cardholder's phone.
Wall Street was teeming with jackals, but Yang Xian, a woman on her own, had firmly established herself through her extraordinary skill.
While Zheng Xixi was threatening to kill herself rather than accept her family's arranged marriage, Yang Xian returned to the country with enough assets to buy three Zheng families and asked for their treasured daughter's hand.
In the face of enormous profits, even their precious pearl lost some of its luster.
Zheng Xixi's parents agreed, on the condition that the two women could not stay in the country and disgrace them.
Family bonds were precious, but her parents' attitude during this time had thoroughly disheartened Zheng Xixi. It turned out that the warmth and upbringing the Zheng family had given her had never been selfless gifts, but a debt with a price set long ago.
She had to repay it with her freedom, her marriage, her romance, and her girlish dreams.
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