Shen Mian transmigrates into a melodramatic tragedy novel as a disposable supporting heroine: her stepmother frames her, her scumbag father sells her off, and she's about to be married to an old man. On the night she arrives, the original Shen Mian has just been drugged and, by a twist of fate, sleeps with Lin Shenci, the most untouchable man in the capital's elite circle and head of the Lin family. Worse, this feared king of hell is afflicted with a deadly poison and on the brink of death.
A medical genius and business prodigy, she keeps him alive with acupuncture needles while sneering, “I'll collect what the Shen family owes me myself.”
As Shen Mian takes down her fake-sweet stepsister, exposes her scumbag father's true colors, and turns the Shen family upside down, the man rumored to be ruthless and decisive reddens his eyes in front of her. “When we were children at the Lin residence, you were the only one who ever spoke up for me...”
She thinks he's a poor victim forced into an arranged marriage, so she stands up for him, has his back, and even softens enough to fall for him. Until one day, she catches him in a top-floor conference room, casually swallowing up half the capital's elite circle.
“Pretending to be pitiful?” The man presses his forehead against hers, the possessiveness surging in his eyes vanishing the instant he meets her gaze, replaced by a watery, wounded look. “If I didn't pretend, how would I get you to look at me a little longer?”
I could have cleared every thorn from my own path, but I wanted to wait for you to put armor on me with your own hands.
