In her previous life, Shen Zhiyi trusted the wrong person.
She gave Lu Cheng'an her heart, and paid for it with her marriage, her family fortune, and her dignity. In the end, her husband and stepsister joined forces to send her to a sanatorium, where she burned alive in a fire no one ever knew about.
When she opened her eyes again, she was back on the night of her divorce banquet.
Beneath the crystal chandeliers, Lu Cheng'an was still as gentle and polished as ever, personally handing her the divorce papers. Her stepsister was still sitting beside her, looking delicate and pitiable, pretending to be innocent. All the guests were waiting to see the discarded heiress break down and make a scene, just as she had in her previous life, as they pushed her step by step into a dead end.
But this time, Shen Zhiyi didn't cry or make a scene.
Dressed in black as if attending her own funeral, she played a recording in front of everyone, exposed her scumbag husband, slapped the innocent act off her stepsister, and tore down the whole family's carefully polished facade.
They wanted to seize her fortune, so she made sure they left with nothing.
They wanted to ruin her reputation, so she made sure they were disgraced.
In this life, she wanted no love and no forgiveness. She wanted everyone who owed her to pay in blood.
What Shen Zhiyi hadn't expected was that the head of the Fu family, who had no business being at the divorce banquet, would steadily close in just as she was at her most ruthless.
The man stood at the pinnacle of power, watching the storm with cold eyes, yet somehow lost control when it came to her.
Later, Fu Linzhou held her trapped in his arms, his voice low and dangerous:
“You used me and now you think you can leave, Shen Zhiyi? Who gave you the nerve?”
In this life, she had come for revenge.
But the most dangerous man of all insisted on making her turn back.
