Two men in tailored suits, one holding a phone like a weapon, the other gripping a sleeve like a lifeline—this isn’t a gala, it’s a battlefield dressed in silk. The white-dressed woman’s quiet sorrow? That’s the real climax. Guarding the Dragon Vein hides more than secrets; it guards broken trust in plain sight. 💔
That crimson gown wasn’t just fashion—it was armor. Every eye dart, every crossed arm from the woman in red screamed tension. When the scroll unfurled revealing ‘1-Trillion Contract’, the room froze. Guarding the Dragon Vein isn’t about wealth—it’s about who dares to hold power without flinching. 🔥