When the delivery bed was filled with blood, Su Yao saw his nineteen-year-old self holding a vocational high school diploma. The work badge handed over by Sister Li in the coffee shop became the fulcrum of fate. In the past seven years, she has chewed customs regulations into weapons and fought her way into the conference room of Global Express to become the Logistics Queen. The scumbag's ex-husband filed for divorce because he demanded 2 million yuan. Cai Ningchuan's kiss at the airport was still warm, but in the blink of an eye, he got a wet wound from the fake divorce certificate. The cowardice of her five-year-old boyfriend and the threats from her parents, the moment the scalpel opened the abdominal cavity, the newborn's first cry penetrated the panoramic glass curtain wall, she held her swaddling baby and looked down at the territory she had built with her own hands, and her blood-stained fingertips traced the gilded appointment letter of "General Manager". The fragments of a vocational high school diploma that had been soaked ten years ago were finally reborn in the cold light of a diamond pen.
