When the champagne at the celebration party turned into bitter wine of shame, and when three years of hard work was crushed into a joke in public, Lin Wanxing held the notice of her mother's critical illness and had nothing in the rainy night.
From a betrayed assistant to the maker of industry rules, she spent two years proving that the real counterattack is not to trample others under your feet, but to uproot yourself from the mud and bloom into a tree.
This is a story about women rebuilding themselves from the ruins, winning respect with their profession, and ultimately defining their own success - there is no noble man from heaven, only a desperate counterattack; there is no prince to save, only the queen to be crowned.
