Gu Nian'an spent three years married to Lu Jingchen, serving as “the most capable Mrs. Lu.” She took care of his parents, handled odd jobs for his company, and quietly cleaned up after he took starlets to hotels. Everyone said she loved Lu Jingchen so much that she'd lost all self-respect.
Until Lu Jingchen's first love returned from abroad, and he handed her divorce papers. “Niannian, you've always been so sensible.”
Gu Nian'an took the papers and smiled.
No one knew she had married into the Lu family because, ten years ago, her father had been driven to his death by them. Her mother had knelt outside their home for three days without anyone answering the door, then died of grief. Gu Nian'an hadn't spent those three years playing the role of Mrs. Lu. She had been gathering evidence.
On the day of the divorce, she put on the qipao her mother had left her, pinned the rose brooch to her chest, and walked into Lu Jingchen and his first love's engagement banquet.
“Mr. Lu, I have a gift for you.”
The ballroom's giant screen began displaying thirty years of the Lu family's financial records.
As the entire room erupted in an uproar, a man in the corner began to clap softly.
Shen Juan, the abandoned son of Beijing's Shen family, was rumored to be a useless playboy who had been thrown out by his family. He walked over with a glass of wine, his voice so low only she could hear:
“Miss Gu, shall we work together? You want the Lu family to fall, and I want the Shen family destroyed. We make a perfect match.”
Gu Nian'an looked up at him and saw something in this “useless” man's eyes that matched what was in her own.
The patience of a hunter lying in wait for ten years, waiting for the perfect strike to kill.
From then on, two hunters disguised as lambs used marriage as their contract and each other as their blades, launching the most dangerous game of mutual pursuit.
