Everyone said that Murong Jin was the most perfect fiancée in the world, gentle and well-behaved. Like a porcelain doll without temperature.
Until that night, she heard Shen Mingrong laughing and chatting over wine through the one-way glass: "When the status is decided, some rules should be changed. What about the Murong family... Sooner or later, I will let her know what human fireworks are."
Later, Shen Mingrong knelt down to propose marriage with a diamond ring in his hand, but she exposed the ugliness of the Shen family's whale-eating plan in public. The Shen family's stock price collapsed overnight, and the formerly elegant fiancé looked ferocious: "Murong Jin, you are so good at pretending!"
On a rainy night, she picked up an amazingly beautiful little wolfdog. He was persistent, clingy and well-behaved, but every time he looked at her, his eyes were so fiery that it frightened her.
Until Shen Mingrong was desperate and tried to set up a scheme to sacrifice her to the most mysterious boss in the Beijing circle in an attempt to exchange for Shen's last vestige of life.
At the top banquet, the lights suddenly turned on.
The prince who was rumored to have covered the sky with one hand slowly walked down from the throne. Under the horrified eyes of everyone, he knelt on one knee and held her fingertips piously.
"Sister, have you had enough fun? It's time to go home."
He held her waist and glanced at the limp Shen Mingrong, "Now, it's my turn to teach you what... Is called real... Eating, absolute, and household."
Intent: This is a story about women tearing apart the delicate shell of being objectified, taking back the right to define life with the edge of wisdom, and reshaping the rules with people who are truly of the same frequency.