26-Year-old Lin Wei huddled in a damp rental house in an urban village, with pale oily flowers floating on her bowl of instant noodles. My father's debt collection roar rang out on the phone, and the scapegoat thrown at me by my boss crushed my last nerve. When everyone believed that this "bottom worker ant" would drown in the urban torrent, she grabbed an unexpected straw - a chaotic Excel data sheet.
Three years later, next to the champagne tower at Xinghui Technology's celebration banquet, the smile of new director Lin Wei was reflected coldly by the crystal lamp. Zhao Min's well-planned plagiarism trap is closing in. The ultimatum from his brother back home to buy a house is vibrating on his cell phone, and the false instructions from the airborne executive are reaching his throat.
That night, she took off the high-heeled shoes she had bought with gritted teeth and walked barefoot onto the rooftop. Under her feet was a steel jungle that swallowed up countless dreams, and in the distance was the abyss she crawled out of.
This journey of breaking out of the cocoon will either turn into a butterfly or turn into ashes.
