Summary
When I was tied to the old locust tree in front of the Ancestral Hall, everyone was waiting for me, the Young Miss of a Wealthy Family, to kneel and admit my mistakes. But my Poor Bodyguard-the man who usually did nothing but carry my bags for a monthly salary of eight thousand yuan-kicked open the doors of the Ancestral Hall. He ground the leader’s face into the mud, then looked up at me and asked, “Zhou Ruoqi, I’ve snatched your life back for you. Are you still going to pay my wages?” Yet, the more it seemed like he was here to save me, the more I realized that today’s trap was originally meant to take my life.