I, Shen Zhiyi, am the "perfect work" carefully cultivated by the top wealthy Shen family for twenty-six years. The resume is as perfect as if it were generated by AI: double major in Ivy League, proficient in seven languages, proficient in equestrian, golf, and classical dance, and even the arc of his smile has been measured with a vernier caliper. My relatives and friends praised me as "a model of socialite", and the media praised me as "a once-in-a-century noblewoman". Only I know that all this is to become a qualified chess piece - to marry an established European aristocrat and provide the last and most critical piece of the puzzle for the family's transnational business map. My fiancé, Philip, is a man so elegant that he looks at me like he is appreciating an expensive piece of art. My father, the man who was always calm and self-possessed, handed me a mental evaluation report on the night I refused, and said gently: "Zhiyi, you are too tired and need to rest." Oh, the disobedient chess piece will be diagnosed as "mental disorder" and then "supervised" to complete its mission, right? Fine. At the engagement party, I fluently exposed the dirty capital transactions behind the marriage between the two families in front of the global live broadcast in eight languages, and by the way, I "accidentally" leaked the evidence chain of their money laundering. Looking at my father's livid face and my fiancé's shocked expression, I smiled and raised my champagne glass: "Sorry, this chess piece has its own thoughts. Now, it's up to me to decide the chessboard." They thought that if they pulled out my bank card and froze my assets, I would just have to turn around? Joke. Everything they taught me is my sharpest weapon.
