Wen Tang originally thought that Ji Yanzhou was just one of the many subordinates who bowed down under her black silk stockings. This gentle and scumbag CEO looks like an elegant cheetah when wearing gold-rimmed glasses, but when he takes off his tie, he reveals a ferocious scar on his heart - the mark she left with her own hands three years ago.
"Mr. Ji, your tie is crooked." She tapped his Adam's apple with her fingertips and watched the man's pupils shrink suddenly behind his glasses. In this hunting game that spread from the office to the private villa, she deliberately included the hotel key card in the meeting documents, and used high heels to tease his tight calves while working overtime late at night.
Until one rainy night, Ji Yanzhou grabbed her waist and pressed her against the floor-to-ceiling window: "Miss Wen, do you think she can escape unscathed?" He tore open her newly bought silk nightgown, revealing the golden anklet around her ankle - the same style she was locked in the passenger seat in the car accident three years ago.
Only then did Wen Tang realize that he was the canary that was carefully raised. Ji Yanzhou controlled every phone call and social update she made, and even her menstrual period was accurate to the minute. When she tried to escape, he would cut open his arm with a scalpel and smile in front of her: "Does Tangtang want to see me go crazy?"
When the layers of truth were peeled back, Wen Tang discovered that the man who was always correcting documents late at night had all her photos hidden in the drawer - from kindergarten to college, from first kiss to abortion. And there was always a handkerchief stained with her tears in the lining pocket of his suit.
"Yanzhou, let's talk..."
"Shh." He pushed the sedative into her veins and watched her soften into spring water in his arms, "My canary doesn't need wings, it just needs to learn how to be beautiful when it's yellow."
