On a rainy night, she knelt down in despair and screamed accusations to crucify him on the cross of public opinion.
Four years later, he had become a top figure, but he recruited her, who dragged him into hell with her own hands, to become his personal assistant.
"Jiang Yan, kill someone to pay for your life, and give my mother justice!"
The cries of tears and blood from the past are still in my ears. Yu Wenjin, carrying the blade of journalism and the hatred tempered for four years, sneaked into his world in a perfect disguise, vowing to tear apart the filth under his shiny skin.
However, he accurately called out her hidden true name, his eyes were insightful and tired. In the top suite, the red marks on his wrists, uncontrollable trembling, and fragile dependence on her... All became unplanned and dangerous variables.
She is a hunter hiding a sharp blade, and he is a trapped beast trapped in pain. Anonymous funding, old cases, capital shady... The truth is like a maze.
She thought she was the chess player, but he seemed to lead her to a deeper abyss.
When disguise collides with disguise and calculations pile up, who loses his heart first?
This dangerous game in the spotlight uses love as bait and hate as blade.
In the end, did she push him down from the altar, or did he lead her to perdition?
"Getting closer to me is the most successful step in your revenge," he caressed her face, his breath burning, "... It is also the most unsuccessful step."
