Su Xiaowan has always been a down-to-earth person. He has never set any lofty ambitions for himself in his life, and he has accepted the fact that he is an ordinary person from the bottom of his heart. She worked as an ordinary product designer in Jiangcheng Shen Group for five years. Her life was as ordinary as a glass of lukewarm water, but she was also stable and practical.
But no one expected that after the dinner of the Shen Group's annual meeting that year, a sudden conspiracy would involve her without warning. Su Xiaowan was not passively involved. To a certain extent, she was just going along with the situation - after all, a "salted fish" like her who had been "fucked up" all year round never thought that a once-in-five-hundred-year fate would suddenly hit her, a person with no emotional experience.
That night, Shen Yechen was indeed forced to lose his sense of proportion. No one could have imagined that this dignified young master of the Shen family had always only been able to set traps for others, but this time, he fell into a trap, and he fell into trouble again and again, making him miserable.
The starry night was hazy, and there were only two people left in the room. They spent the night in a panic, and finally had an intersection that they shouldn't have.
Early the next morning, the sun shone into the room through the cracks in the curtains. Shen Yechen, the first heir of the Shen family and the noble son in everyone's eyes, rarely felt the wrath of thunder. He clenched his fists, his eyes full of rage, and secretly swore in his heart that even if the whole Jiangcheng was overthrown, he would still find the woman who left 800 yuan on his pillow and then disappeared without a trace!
