After going bankrupt, I “applied for a job” as my ex-boyfriend's live-in assistant.
My duties: serve tea and water, and put up with his pickiness.
My real goal: use an AI virus I created to bring down his business empire.
On my first day, I crippled his hundred-billion-yuan conference system.
He looked at me, a smile hidden in his eyes. “A little rusty? That's all right. Take your time and have fun.”
I scrambled his company's core data until it was a complete mess.
He handed me a key with even higher access privileges. “This is even more fun.”
The whole company called me a menace, but he indulged every “mistake” I made.
Then my wealthy best friend, who had stolen my work, showed up as an investor and tried to force me out, ready to crush me in front of everyone.
Instead, he handed me control of the entire company in front of them all.
“Allow me to introduce Su Nian, the creditor I spent six years pursuing before I finally got her to come back...”
“Now it's her turn to collect.”
Only then did I realize that from the very first day I applied for the job, I had stepped into the tender trap he had spent six years carefully laying.
