On the twenty-seventh floor, neon stayed up all night. Lu Jingshen was dealing with documents and the wine shop, but he couldn't untie the knot between the two women. Lin Waner is his wife, calm and restrained, with a shimmering wedding ring on her ring finger; Su Qing is his childhood sweetheart, paranoid and blazing, with his name engraved under her collarbone. A merger and acquisition case kicked off the lies. He thought he was in control of everything, but he didn't know that he was the pawn on the chessboard. When his wife dragged her suitcase towards the security checkpoint, and when Qingmei stood beside the exploding freighter holding the remote control, Lu Jingshen realized that in this war in the name of love, no one could escape unscathed. And what he owed was no longer just emotional debt.