"If you don't come with me, I'll jump down and die for you!" "If you're a man, jump." Everyone said that "Young Master Lin" was a savage, but they didn't know that she was a victim, and that in the face of the threat of a scumbag, she pretended to be cold and indifferent in order to protect herself. "You almost got him killed, give him CPR!" Until she met the third young master of the Yan family, she was starting to lose her footing. She had been thrown into the icy water, had been given artificial respiration for no reason at all, and had woken up and been taken away by the police for no reason at all. Third Young Master Yan, what kind of species are you?" And he smiled faintly. "I am the warm light in your heart."

The blood of a twenty-year-old girl can allegedly be used to make vermicelli soup, claiming to prolong life and enhance masculine vitality. After my mother's death, my father brought me back to the old mansion. There lived my father's first wife and my half-sister, along with the factory where my father produces duck blood vermicelli soup. He owns the biggest duck blood factory in the area. However, my half-sister said that once I turn twenty, I would be made into human blood vermicelli soup, thereby contributing to our father's illustrious life. I refuse to be consumed, I am desperate to know why anyone would do such horrifying acts, so I chose to expose them, to give them a taste of their own medicine. Everyone loves duck blood vermicelli soup, but is it all really made from duck's blood?

Everything is wrong... all wrong! The letter wasn't written by Tang Xueying...