Everyone in the capital knows that Ruan Zhi, the eldest daughter of the Ruan family, is the most standard socialite in the industry. She has a docile temperament, both talent and beauty, and her only value is as a beautiful chess piece, marrying the rumored rebellious heir of the Huo family in order to bring a glimmer of hope for the family. At the family meeting, his father said coldly: "This is your responsibility." The stepmother pretended to comfort: "Zhizhi is the best, and will not let the family down." The idiot brother who had high hopes was even more confident: "It's a good deal to sacrifice just you to make the whole family happy." Faced with this "for your own good" drama, Ruan Zhi lowered her eyelashes and nodded obediently: "Okay." Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that she would be as resigned as she had been for the past twenty years. No one knew that Ruan Zhi dialed the number that she had saved for ten years that night. "Mr. Huo, first greetings. You were forced to marry, and I was sold for a price. We are natural allies." "You help me break away from the Ruan family, and I will help you deal with the Huo family elders. After that, we broke up and had nothing to do with each other. Will you do this deal?" Later, troubles occurred frequently in the Ruan Group. First, the core project data was accurately intercepted by competitors, then the capital chain was inexplicably broken, and finally, an old scandal was pushed to the hot search, and the stock price fell to its limit overnight. Ruan's father was in dire straits, his idiot brother was helpless, and the whole family was in chaos. The instigator, Ruan Zhi, was sitting leisurely in the cafe opposite, clinking glasses with her nominal fiancé. The eldest son of the Huo family raised his eyebrows and chuckled: "What's the next step, Miss Ruan?" Ruan Zhi's red lips were slightly hooked, and her eyes sparkled with ambition: "What's the next step?
