In her previous life, Jiang Lu was notorious in their circle for being hopelessly lovesick.
She handed the hundred-billion-yuan Jiang Group her father had left her to her fiancé, Lu Xiuyuan, and gave her so-called best friend, Bai Qingrou, her whole heart, granting every request. Only after they had wrung every last bit of value from her and pushed her from the top floor of the group’s headquarters, the very building she had helped build, did she understand: her gentle fiancé and caring best friend had been in cahoots all along.
When she opened her eyes again, she was back at her engagement banquet. Lu Xiuyuan was smiling as he held out his hand, waiting for her to put on the ring.
Jiang Lu raised her hand and slapped him. In front of everyone, she played the recording, tore off their disguises, and exposed their scam. The champagne tower crashed to the floor. The scumbag and his accomplice turned deathly pale as the guests frantically filmed everything on their phones.
And the man who had kept watch by her grave all night in her previous life was leaning against a pillar in the corner, watching with keen interest.
Shen Si, the hidden heavyweight in the business world whom no one dared cross, had protected her from the shadows in both lifetimes. Given another chance, he finally stopped keeping quiet. He followed her to the parking lot and handed her a packet of tissues, his tone casual yet sure:
“Lawyers, PR people, someone to shield you from trouble. What luck, I have all three.”
This time, she would reclaim everything owed to her, one debt at a time. And the man who had waited two lifetimes for her would no longer stand at a distance.
