Song Zhiyi was unlucky enough to be facing unemployment before she’d even entered the job market, in an era dominated by the AI industry.
After “offending” a big shot from a tech company in an auditorium, she spent two days on edge. Then, in thick fog on her way to a 7 a.m. class, she got hit by a car and transmigrated?
And the driver was that very big shot?
No, wait, it was him when he was young.
Then she’d better take the chance to get even!
The big shot was still young and didn’t seem as ruthless and cold as he would become.
Song Zhiyi turned into a little troublemaker, determined to take out all her pent-up frustration on him.
But when she saw the dilapidated house in front of her, she couldn’t help thinking she was the worst.
She knew the big shot had had a hard life when he was young. She just hadn’t realized it was this hard!
But should she tone down her antics and take pity on him?
Sorry, that was never going to happen!
She wasn’t crazy enough to feel sorry for a capitalist!
Everyone knew that the once-wealthy young heir was now a college student living in the slums.
He could barely feed himself, yet he was supporting a girlfriend who couldn’t do a single thing.
Plenty of people were lining up to laugh at them.
But later, they realized he wasn’t following the script they’d expected him to.
He might have been penniless, but he was also cool-headed and distant, cold-blooded and merciless, with fists that hit like a truck.
The heiresses who had once been desperate to get close to him now kept as far away as possible.
But then someone saw him taking off the young lady’s shoes and massaging her feet?
Just when everyone was laughing at how thoroughly he’d fallen, he rose to prominence at breakneck speed, becoming one of the capital’s elite again, surpassing even his father’s generation.
Just as everyone was marveling at his incredible luck, his young lady seemed to disappear.
