When she died tragically in a car accident in her previous life, she finally saw someone else's shadow reflected in her husband's eyes. On the eve of their marriage, Jiang Wanxing clutched the marriage certificate and chuckled: This time I will play the substitute game. When the upstarts in the business world competed with her at the auction, and when the psychiatrist turned medical records into manipulation chips, she stepped on her high heels and slapped the revenge plan on Li Mochen's desk: "Mr. Li, do you want to sign the divorce agreement?" The man crushed the document in the palm of his hand and pressed her against the floor-to-ceiling window with scarlet eyes: "If you do it again, you won't even have a chance to hate me." In this game that starts with calculation, whoever is tempted first will lose everything.
