[Commercial espionage × capital boss/powerful game/hunting and killing/intertwined torture]
[The cold-blooded femme fatale VS the cold, sick and arrogant one]
I am the sharpest commercial spy, sneaking in as a prey to dismantle his business empire.
Shen Zhiyan stood at the top of capital, with an undercurrent surging under his cold skin. He looked at me like he was inspecting a plaything, but wiped wine stains from the corners of my lips late at night, cooked porridge for me when I had a stomachache, and protected me when I encountered difficulties: "Who dares to touch my people?"
I planned every step of the way: falling in love at a cocktail party, leaking secrets to the board of directors, and climbing up on a rainy night, but he had already seen through the disguise and revealed it when he kissed me: "Su Wan, you can't hide the panic in your eyes."
The scam begins, and the hunter is willing to fall for it. The "secrets" he leaked concealed a deeper conspiracy, and my employer behind my back was lightly crushed.
Being tempted is an accident, and sinking is inevitable. How can there be moonlight among thorn bushes? But they tear each other's wounds and are greedy and tender. Knowing clearly that it was wrong, but reluctant to let go, and risking everything, I realized that the most painful thing is not being exposed as a scam, but being sober and falling into the abyss.
