After an accident, Song Xiang was reborn from her cocoon and resolved to live for herself.
She would face-slap the scum, climb to the top of the corporate world, and expose the schemes of the sleazebags who had usurped what was rightfully hers.
After she stood atop the pyramid with the wicked rival heroine beneath her foot and power in her hands,
Song Xiang, wearing a bright blue dress, smiled seductively. “Master Ji, I hear you want to marry me?”
The man strode over in three steps. “I do. A ten-billion dowry, plus my heart. Is that enough?”
