“No.”, she tried hard to break away from him. But she could not get rid of this man in her life since she met him.

The arrogant billionaire Paul Bo was hard to get. It didn’t matter.

Six years ago, at a wedding, she'd been set up by her fiancé and her sister. She'd been exposed to the scandal of being pregnant with a bastard child and had been knocked down by her fiancé's car and had a miscarriage. Six years later, he would be reborn and reexamined. When he threw the bill at her and told her to leave - "Take your money and get out of my house. I don't owe anybody anything." The only thing she couldn't get over was - "Auntie Qin, I like you. Will you be my mommy?" And he - "'Don't dirty your hands, wife. Leave the man to me.'"

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?

When the mountain flowers are in full bloom, she laughs among the bushes.