At a charity gala, Shen Zhiyi “accidentally” spilled red wine on Feng Jin’s wheelchair.
In full view of everyone, she hurriedly apologized, but her fingertips tapped out a Morse code message on his armrest:
“Let’s work together and take them down.”
Feng Jin, heir to a tech empire, had supposedly lost the use of both legs in a car accident and spent three years in a wheelchair.
Everyone laughed that he was finished, and that he’d been forced to marry a pretty face.
He went along with it and married the most gentle daughter of the Shen family.
After the wedding,
he played the disabled CEO, while she acted the obedient wife.
Behind the scenes, he manipulated one capital scheme after another, while she stirred up the industry under an anonymous account.
At a family banquet, a relative sneered, “Besides being pretty, what can your niece-in-law do?”
She lowered her head demurely. “I only know how to arrange flowers.”
The next day, an anonymous analysis report of hers took aim at a rival’s billion-yuan project.
During a business showdown, an opponent scoffed, “Mr. Feng’s in a wheelchair. Can he even protect his pretty wife?”
He raised his eyes, calm and cool.
That very night, the rival company’s core data was leaked, and its stock price was cut in half.
Feng Jin cornered her in the study, his gaze predatory.
“Shen Zhiyi, how many secret identities do you have?”
She pinned him against the wall and ripped open his perfectly tailored trousers.
Beneath the jagged scars on his knees, his muscles were firm and powerful.
“Right back at you, Mr. Feng!”
Feng Jin gently bit her earlobe. “Let’s keep working together, Consultant Shen.”
