"You are just a pawn in my hand."
When Han Zaixi said this, Shen Ruoqing believed it.
So she goes. From Shanghai to New York, there was not even a farewell.
But she didn't know that when she left, there was already a thunder in her stomach - and the father of that seed was not him.
Three years later, Wall Street.
Shen Ruoqing is no longer a pawn at the mercy of others. She inherited her grandfather's talent: an almost terrifying "data intuition" that can tell who is lying in dense financial reports at a glance. Relying on this ability, she rose from a financial novice to the most dazzling star on Wall Street, specializing in cutting off those who had cut her off.
But she still underestimated this Korean man's obsession.
On a blizzard night in New York, Han Jae-hee chased her to Central Park, knelt down on one knee in front of her, with snowflakes on her eyelashes: "I was wrong, come back."
She almost relented.
Until the DNA report was sent to him——
Han Zaixi stared at the dazzling numbers on the report, his knuckles turning white. After a long time, he raised his head. What surged in his eyes was not anger, but paranoia:
"Whose child belongs to whom I will kill. But you can only be mine."
He protected her behind him like a private property that no one could touch.
But the scythe of Wall Street will not stop because of love.
When gunshots exploded in the New York penthouse and blood splattered on the floor-to-ceiling windows, she finally saw clearly——
From the first day she entered Dingsheng Finance, she was already prey on the chessboard.
And the person playing chess was never Han Zaixi.
This is not a wife-chasing crematorium.
This is a hunter's counterattack, a chess piece overturning the table, and a woman dancing on the tip of a knife.
