A blade at my throat, my scumbag husband on the run, and I became the most miserable abandoned wife in history: Lü Zhi.
I, Lin Zhao, a ruthless investment banker who had just rung the opening bell at Nasdaq, refused to accept my fate.
With a Chu soldier's halberd at my throat, I neither cried nor made a fuss. I faced the blade and negotiated a valuation: "Kill me, and you're worth no more than a jug of wine. Spare me, and I'll get you a marquis title through venture capital!"
Xiang Yu was murderous. I met his gaze and gave my pitch: "Crying and cursing won't make them retreat, but my delaying tactics can. This is a deal, not a betrayal."
Twenty-eight months later, Liu Bang came to collect me with his new favorite, Qi Furen, ready with a script for dealing with a hysterical first wife.
But I didn't give him a chance to take the stage.
I handed him the "Five-Year Strategic Plan for the Han Dynasty" and Qi Furen's "Employment Contract." "The harem is a cost center. I've converted her into a productive asset. If she insists on fighting for favor, I'll invoke the non-compete clause and impose soft-power sanctions."
The scumbag was stunned. "You've changed."
I smiled. "I've evolved."
Turning her into a human pig? Too inefficient. I sentenced Qi Furen to exile among the Xiongnu, where she'd teach dancing. She could watch her son call me Aunt, and learn that in my business empire, she wasn't even worth paying attention to.
The highest form of revenge isn't making someone suffer. It's making them irrelevant.
No arguing, just KPIs. No harem battles, just systems.
Watch a fully maxed-out CEO crush the ancient workplace with a higher-dimensional strategy and turn the Han Empire into my holding company!
