I worked as a stand-in for a wealthy family to pay off my debts, which ended up driving my employer's fiancé crazy.
The first time I met Shen Yanci, he was sitting in the middle of the ladies' bureau, looking dignified and dignified, like a bottle of cold incense priced at tens of millions.
I was paid to pretend to be Bai Yueguang, but he saw through it; I was paid to take the blame for someone else, and he cleared it for me; I was paid to cancel his marriage, but he handed me the cooperation contract backhandedly.
"Miss Wen is so short of money, why not make a deal with me."
I thought this was just a boring game played by rich men.
Until I was put on trial by the entire internet, my brand was blocked, and my parents' old cases were uncovered, he still stood behind me and gently pushed me deeper into the abyss.
Later I realized that Shen Yanci was the best at deceiving people.
He described use as protection, pretended calculation as affection, and made me the most untouchable woman in Beijing.
