I, Wen Wan, dressed up as the cannon fodder First Lady who will die three years later in the literature of the Republic of China.
Faced with a cold-blooded warlord husband and a house full of jackals, I covered my golden finger for predicting the future. I was a dodder during the day and an intelligence crocodile at night.
Until he put the gun against my forehead: Who are you? I smiled and pressed the detonator: Overseer, your life is in my hands now.
Core plot: Wen Wan, relying on the golden finger of prediction and modern wisdom, grew from a mortal cannon fodder to a behind-the-scenes chess player in troubled times. In the midst of suspicion, games, and dependence on life and death, Wen Wan and the cold-blooded warlord Lu Duo launched an ultimate game that related to the world and the sincerity.
