Love Trapped in Shenzhen Bay

Zhao Yun. 28 Years old, the proprietress of Shenzhen Bay Xuanou International Trading Company. A delicate, beautiful and resolute woman from the Guizhou mountainous area. Coming from a poor family, he graduated from high school at the age of 18 and went to Guangdong to work. He studied part-time and obtained a college degree. She was forced to marry Chen Kuan, a 30-year-old ex-convict who was a gangster in Shenzhen. She founded and single-handedly supported Shenzhen Bay Xuanou International Trading Company. Li Yu. 27 Years old, a college student from the mountains of Sichuan. Dissatisfied with the hegemony and corruption of his superiors, he left his job angrily and went to Shenzhen to work and look for development opportunities in life; Chen Kuan. 30 Years old, graduated from high school. His parents were local high-ranking officials. They were rich and powerful and spent extravagantly. He was sentenced to three years in prison for fighting and was released after serving his sentence. However, he still refused to accept it and indulged in prostitution and gambling. In just five years, his wife Zhao Yun completed the "perfect" transformation in her mind from "the object of adoration and pursuit, to a sex doll, to a domestic waiter, and then to a money jar." Li Yu successfully applied to become the account manager of Shenzhen Bay Xuanou International Trading Company. He works hard for his life and his dreams. He (Li Yu), at first, only sympathized with her and even gloated about her misfortune (this is the fate of a gold worshiper), but later, sympathy turned into pity, pity turned into concern, and concern turned into love... She only had expectations for him (Li Yu) at first, but later, expectations turned into affirmation, affirmation turned into appreciation, appreciation turned into dependence, and dependence turned into nostalgia... In the contradiction between ethics and human nature, in the collision of souls and interweaving of bodies, the two embarked on an emotional journey of constant cutting and chaos...