I am Sang Wan, the public relations director of Yaochuan Group. I am 28 years old. I am good at writing statements, controlling public opinion, and suppressing trending searches. I am also good at making every scandal that should be out of control look like an insignificant misunderstanding.
Outsiders say that I have a good life, and I have become the head of the group's public relations at a young age. Only I know that I went to Yaochuan not for the scenery, but to investigate an old case. Ten years ago, my mother fell from a building unjustly.
But I didn't expect that one day, every public draft I wrote would receive a "future approval" with red revision marks after saving it. The revisionist's technique, tone, and habits are exactly the same as mine. The payment time will always be seventy-two hours faster than now.
The first approval saved me from a fatal overturn at a press conference.
The second approval pushed me into Liang Jiming's wedding car.
Liang Jiming is the CEO of Yaochuan Group and the coldest and most unpredictable son of the Liang family. He wanted control of the board of directors, I wanted the truth behind my mother's death. We each had our own thoughts and were bound to form an alliance with a marriage certificate. During the day, we were a loving couple in front of others, and at night, we played each other's trump cards at the same table.
But as I went deeper and deeper into the old cases, I discovered that my mother's death, the grievances of the previous generation of the Liang family, the missing account books in the Yunqiao case, the mysterious fall of a financial reporter a few years ago, and the revised draft I sent back in the past seventy-two hours were not just a few scattered lines, but the same network.
The scariest thing is that my future self keeps leaving a way for me.
And at the end of every road, Liang Jiming stood.
The writing is good and the pace is tight