The first meeting was at a small bar. A friend nudged his arm, smiling somewhat suggestively: A woman like Daisy Ginger should be kept in a vase, constantly admired, and toyed with at any moment.
At that time, she seemed to be drunk and was persuaded by her friend to take to the dance floor and perform a dance.
He propped up his face, watching the glamorous woman with casual indifference under the dazzling lights.
Daisy Ginger.
The name is spicy enough.
The figure.
Also spicy enough.
*
Banyan City’s young Master Wen, afflicted with a severe illness, was deemed by doctors at birth to not live past the age of thirty. He lived capriciously up to the age of twenty-five, never imagining he’d encounter such a dilemma in his lifetime—if he were to die, what would happen to the little demon at home who creates chaos and mischief without his protection, and ends up bringing harm upon herself when he’s no longer there to shield her?

Daisy Ginger's shoulders slightly shook, her calm expression finally showing some change. She looked up at Ethan Pond.


Ethan Pond slightly furrowed his brow, as if contemplating whether to tell her the details.


He said, "Ian Linton injected arsenic into his water. He seemed to trust Ian a lot, didn't suspect anything, and just drank the water. At the time, we all thought he had poisoned himself and committed suicide. We couldn't find you, nearly went crazy with anxiety."


[Director Ginger, I can never go back now.]


Ian Linton's sighing voice echoed beside her ear.


She remembered the look in his eyes when he stared at her, beneath the warm amber color lay the eyes of a desperate madman.


But she knew clearly that Ian Linton wasn't mad. He was lucid the entire time, knowing exactly what he was doing.


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