When the carved door of the Qicheng villa closed heavily on a rainy night, Wen Zhao held her seven-month-old daughter Xiaotang in her arms and listened to her mother-in-law sneer, "Girls are always a burden, and I have no obligation to be your nanny." Finally, she understood - the sincerity she showed during the five years of marriage had long been turned into a knife to stab her by her husband Zhou Yan and her "best friend" Ruan Qing. Zhou Yan always said, "I will accompany you when the company goes public," but even Xiaotang, who had a fever in the middle of the night, said, "We are talking about a merger and acquisition and we can't leave." Her mother-in-law moved the crib to the guest room and sighed to everyone she met, "My son has had everything he has wanted since he was a child, and he has to work so hard in a stall." After three years of hibernation, she learned accounting and cooked rice porridge at night classes in a rented house in a village in the city. She knitted new armor with each stitch at a tailor shop on the verge of closing down under the old market. When Xiaotang, who once only cried "Wow" for her mother, staggered into her arms and shouted "Mommy Xiangxiang", when she went to Fashion Week with her self-developed Chinese-style children's clothing, the man who once said "You can't live without my Zhou family" was kneeling in front of the floor-to-ceiling window with her new company proposal in hand, and beside her stood Lu Chengyan, who could catch all her emotions.
