On a rainy night five years ago, Ying Ti tore off the necklace with their names engraved on it in front of Yan Baicheng.
"Yan Baicheng, take your things and get out."
She left decisively without even looking back.
Five years later, at the most luxurious Vanity Fair dinner. Yan Baicheng, the new energy technology tyrant with hundreds of billions of capital, pressed her against a Roman column in the dark. The cold cedar mixed with the smell of tobacco enveloped her, and his rough fingertips traced her back extremely wantonly through the haute couture fabric.
He leaned against her ear, his voice hoarse, revealing the ruthlessness of tearing a person's bones apart: "Ying Ti, the dead are resurrected, are you surprised?"
He vowed to break her wings and make her cry for mercy in the cold rain on the beach.
But when she really stood in the rain wearing thin clothes, he was the one who smashed the wine glass like crazy and rushed into the rainstorm to protect her.
The whole city knew that Jiang Yinghuai, the unfathomable powerful figure in Beijing, had built an absolutely luxurious golden cage for Ying Ti in the clouds of the city. In order to force her to completely cut off the past, Jiang Yinghuai cut off Yan Baicheng's capital chain and forced him to a dead end. Everyone was waiting for Yan Baicheng to die on the road, and for Ying Ti to wear the "crown" he had made for her.
But she never needs protection, nor will she bow to anyone. She wants to let her dream transcend the absolute say of Milan and Paris and reconstruct a new fashion order in Shanghai.
But in this chess game where love is the bet, no one can control the absolute balance.
Intention: In the evenly matched love and game, stick to your heart, break out of the cocoon and become a butterfly, break the situation with sincerity, and meet at the top.
