At the auction, I regarded my mother's "Jade Hairpin" as my salvation. In the box next door, the man who abandoned me like a worn-out shoe five years ago, Fu Zezhen, bought it for a million dollars and gave it to his soon-to-be fiancée beside him. Overnight, the play hairpin was anonymously returned to my bedside, with a sharp word "" on the inner wall. He gave me two options: take his money and disappear forever, or, walk into his company and become his "special advisor." I chose the latter. Everyone laughed at me for overestimating my abilities and trying to shake the giant tree with my broken body. Only I know that the purpose of getting close to him is to find out the truth about my adoptive father's bankruptcy, and more importantly, to repay all the pain he has inflicted on me. We wore masks to dance together in Vanity Fair, and lingered over old love every rainy night. He thought I was a desperate fish willing to take the bait. It wasn't until he blocked a fatal blow for me that my white clothes were dyed red with blood. He stuffed the bloody hairpin fragment into my palm and said with a smile: "This time... I finally caught you." I was shocked to realize that in this scene called "revenge", he had already made himself the only bait.
