The Day My Engagement Was Called Off, I Pulled Out a USB Drive

[I won’t marry a scumbag. I’ll overturn everyone’s game board with my own hands.]

At our engagement party, my fiancé brought his mistress and demanded that I call off the wedding. I smiled, smashed my wineglass in front of everyone, and pulled out a USB drive exposing his tax evasion, bringing shame on his entire family.

As the whole room cheered, a strange man called me. “There’s something else on that drive. Go home and take a look.”

I opened Dad’s old Xinhua Dictionary. On page seven was a photo of his military unit from twelve years ago. The tall, handsome young man in the picture was the biological father I had never met.

The next day, the mysterious new owner who had acquired my company cornered me in the conference room.

“Your dad is alive.”

“If you want to see him, do as I say.”

I thought I’d only called off a wedding. Instead, I’d stepped straight into the deadly trap Dad had hidden for twelve years. Everyone was lying to me, including the man who said, “I’ll protect you.”

Fine. If they all want to use me as a pawn, then we’ll see who ends up on their knees, calling me “Sister Lin.”