[A calculating woman seeking revenge + an upright, dignified man who hands her the knife + a battle of wills between two mature adults]
On her deathbed, Yan Qing wrote: “A woman needs money, power, and a strong body, or she’ll be crushed to dust.”
Her daughter, Yan An, remembered those words for eight years. At twenty-three, she entered Beijing’s elite circles, found her enemy, stripped away their defenses layer by layer, and sent their children to hell.
The only surprise along the road to revenge was Zhou Yanchi handing her a knife.
He said, “I can’t fix your past, but I’ll protect your future.”
Yan An replied, “I’m used to earning my own happiness.”
Not long afterward, rumors spread through their circle that Zhou Yanchi had changed his surname to his mother’s.
He cornered Yan An. “I don’t use the surname Zhou anymore. Give me one chance, will you?”
Yan An shook her head. “Mr. Zhou, don’t be ridiculous. A doomed relationship forced on us is never going to work. We’re better off going our separate ways.”
For countless nights, Zhou Yanchi tossed and turned, unable to sleep.
Yan An was hurting too.
Years later, their daughter pointed at someone.
“Mom, that person looks like my dad.”
Through the surging crowd, someone walked toward them.
Yan An decided to give love a chance.
