My father said that the Wen family are all poisonous snakes.
But I went anyway.
In the first week of joining the company, Wen Siheng pressed me into a chair in the conference room and looked at me condescendingly.
Does your dad send you here to get married, or does he want you to be a commercial spy?
I smiled and leaned close to his ear:
Mr. Wen thinks, what kind of person am I?
He was testing me, I knew it. I was seducing him and he knew it.
We all thought we were hunters.
Until I secretly opened the confidential file and found that it was empty - someone was a step ahead of me and deleted all the evidence.
And Wen Siheng pushed open the door of the archives room late that night, spinning a USB flash drive in his hand.
What you are looking for," he raised his eyebrows slightly, "is here with me.
I clenched my fists. It turned out that he was watching from beginning to end.
But what he didn't know was that the USB flash drive in his hand was also fake.
In this chess game, no one is the player.
And we are walking step by step into the trap of that person twenty years ago.
