Three years after she was married, Shen Chuwei was sent to another man's bed by her husband, and Shen Chu smiled at her. "I didn't know there was someone who liked cuckolding so much. If you like it, then I'll give it to you as a gift!" After that, Shen Chuwei was not wearing any green clothes, not to mention her green handbag, and even her office was painted a pale green! "Who told you to do this?" Shen Chu was slightly surprised. "Isn't that you?" And then the man who had been forced to give her a green hat turned into a wolf and pressed on. Shen Chuwei was forced into a corner. "What do you want?" Tango Yang approached dangerously close: "Who says a green hat is enough?" Shen Chu narrowed her eyes. "What do you mean?" "For life," said Tang Goyan, smiling and kissing her.

The spring wind was warm, and Jian Mo sat on the balcony, her white feet gently swaying. The man downstairs looked at her feet and frowned. "Jane Mo, get down here!" "Yang Zhexu, I'm not going to let you do whatever you want to me anymore." For a moment she seemed to be freed, and the colorful butterflies came out of nowhere and danced around her, spreading their wings. The balcony was empty except for bells of pure gold. "'Jianmo!'" Yang Zhexu's eyes snapped open, cold sweat dripping from his forehead. It was a nightmare. At that moment, an urgent voice came from outside the door: "Mr. Yang, bad news, Miss Jane has run away again!"

A bored prince meets an assassin seeking revenge.