I'm Sang Wan, public relations director at Yaochuan Group. I'm twenty-eight, and I specialize in drafting statements, controlling public opinion, and suppressing trending topics. I'm also good at making every scandal that should have spiraled out of control look like a harmless misunderstanding.
Outsiders say I'm lucky, having become the head of public relations at such a young age. Only I know I didn't join Yaochuan for the prestige. I came to investigate an old case: ten years ago, my mother fell to her death after being falsely accused.
But I never expected that one day, every public statement I wrote would receive a version marked up in red after I saved it: a “future revision.” The editor's methods, tone, and habits were exactly like mine. The timestamp was always seventy-two hours ahead of the present.
The first revision saved me from a disastrous blunder at a press conference.
The second sent me down the aisle with Liang Jiming.
Liang Jiming is Yaochuan Group's CEO and the coldest, most inscrutable son in the Liang family. He wants control of the board; I want the truth behind my mother's death. Each of us has our own agenda. Bound together by a marriage contract, we play the loving couple in public by day, then sit at the same table at night, laying bare each other's cards.
But as I dig deeper into the old case, I discover that my mother's death, the previous generation of the Liang family's grudges, the missing ledger from the Yunqiao case, the mysterious fall of a financial reporter several years ago, and the revisions sent back from seventy-two hours in my future aren't separate threads at all. They're all part of the same web.
The most terrifying part is that my future self keeps leaving me a way forward.
And at the end of every path stands Liang Jiming.
The writing is good and the pace is tight