Embroidered in His Palm

When her grandmother passed away, she left Su Wan no vast fortune, but a failing embroidery shop called Wanxiang and crushing debts she could never repay.

The will stated that unless Su Wan could embroider a masterpiece worthy of the ages within a year, she would lose everything.

At the height of her despair, Fu Yunshen, the man at the very top of the pyramid, arrived like a god, bearing a coldly worded acquisition contract.

He was a ruthless business tycoon, determined to raze her last refuge to the ground for a parcel of land in his empire.

Everyone said Su Wan was crazy to pit herself against Fu Yunshen of Shengshi Group.

Her friend urged her, “Wanwan, give up. You can’t beat him.”

Her rival sneered, “That outdated junk should have been swept into the dustbin of history long ago.”

Faced with threats and temptations, Su Wan poured her pride into a single silver needle and took on an entire capitalist empire.

She thought it was a battle she was destined to lose.

Then, with her breathtaking double-sided, multicolored embroidery, she won a sky-high contract and thought she had finally made it through the storm to see the moon.

But a gold-embossed legal notice was placed before her:

The co-owner of the land had transferred all of their ownership rights.

And the new co-owner was none other than Fu Yunsheng.

At some point, he had quietly come to stand behind her. His voice was low, tinged with amusement. “Miss Su, we’re partners now.”