Twenty-three-year-old Cen hope never thought that she would walk into Zhuo Jue's office for another woman.
During her internship, her best friend Liang Aiting took a picture of a racing car - the youngest son of a chaebol, Zhuo Zhuo, was racing late at night, killing one and injuring the other. The video was uploaded without verification, and Zhuo's stock price collapsed. Zhuo Jue, the eldest son of Zhuo, found out the truth within three days and sent Liang Aiting to the police station for false accusation.
Cen hope went to plead for mercy. What I want is Liang Aiting's future.
Zhuo Jue remembered her - the only girl who dared to argue with him during the group's recruitment season, the candidate who impressed all the judges during the two-week internship period. It's a pity that she finally chose Huo's.
"Be my woman." He made the condition.
Cen hope nodded.
For the next six months, she lived in an apartment arranged by him, attended occasions designated by him, appeared when he needed her, and disappeared when he didn't. Never cross the line, never cross the line, and always maintain the proper sense of proportion a "trading object" should have.
Until that night, she caught him on a blind date in the hotel. A lady from a famous family sat opposite her, with a marriage plan on the table. The old man of the Zhuo family is critically ill, and there is only one will in his will: whoever of the two grandsons gets the eldest grandson first will inherit the Zhuo family.
Cen hope stood at the corner of the corridor and suddenly understood - in this transaction, she was never a "woman", she was just an option that was properly placed before necessity.
She turned and left. The high heels stepped on the marble floor, one step at a time, cleanly. It's time for this relationship to come to an end.
Too much nonsense