Lu Sheng died once. She died in the hands of the man she loved most, in the hands of her best friend, and in the hands of that white lotus that everyone praised. On the eve of her rebirth and engagement party, she looked at the sweet messages from her fiancé on her phone and smiled. Since you like to play, let me be the banker this time. Any scumbag, any white lotus flower, any plastic best friend, they will all be trampled under their feet. Everyone thought that the eldest lady of the Lu family was a loser. Until she called the richest man in Beijing with a phone call, connected with Interpol through a video, and overturned three major families with a document. The young master of the Han family knelt in front of her and begged for reconciliation. Lu Sheng threw the wedding ring into the trash can: "Sorry, you don't deserve it." From today on, there is only one rule in the capital - don't mess with Miss Lu.
