On the night of my 28th birthday, I rejected eight male models just because I picked up a down-and-out singer in an underground parking lot who was being chased by capitalist bosses.
In a moment of weakness, I decided to take in a stray puppy.
I gave him shelter, gave him resources, and promoted him to the top.
Everyone thought that I was just greedy for his eyes that resembled the white moonlight.
Even he kissed me desperately and asked: "Sister, who are you still looking at?"
Later, when I encountered great changes, he took off his disguise and used his body as a sword to clear away all the thorns for me.
It wasn't until then that I realized—
What I picked up was never a substitute, but the only one who was willing to bow down for me... The careerist.
He thought he was someone's shadow, but he didn't know that he was already her only light in the darkness.
Please collect it and see how the iceberg female CEO tames this wolf pretending to be a milk dog.
