Lu Qinghuan understood from birth that beauty is her sharpest knife and wisdom is her hardest armor.
She doesn't want to be a bird trapped in a golden cage, and she doesn't even want to be a dodder flower dependent on the powerful. Her goal is extremely clear - to step onto the top of the glittering yet cold-blooded Vanity Fair and hold her destiny firmly in the palm of her hand.
As a result, innocence became her most perfect disguise. Every arc of her smile and every movement of her eyes were precisely calculated.
The dandy was the brick that opened the door for her, the upstart business man was the ladder for her to accumulate capital, and the lofty and unfathomable person in power was her carefully selected final throne.
Everyone thought she was a beautiful prey who wandered among men, but little did they know that she was the calm chess player behind the scenes.
Feelings are redundant, sincerity is a bargaining chip. She played a game of chess in the name of ambition, and every move fell on the most fatal point.
When the scenery at the top of the pyramid was finally stepped on by her feet, she looked back and smiled, still as pure as before.
This is not a love fairy tale, this is a top game about conquest.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
