Chen Jiahui is the youngest daughter of Chen Heng, the president of Standard Chartered Bank in Shanghai. She is like the most delicate rose raised in a glass greenhouse. Her world is composed of family dances, HSBC afternoon tea and popular pictorials from the French Concession - exquisite, bright and natural.
Until the father's secret transfer of funds for the drug was exposed. Overnight, sirens and seals shattered the ukiyo-e.
She was not born a saint. Her integrity is mixed with shrewd weighing, and her optimism stems from a superiority that has never been truly deprived of her. When her family collapsed and she was forced to flee to Jiaxing, she fell from the clouds into the mud. Hunger, fear and loss hammered her like forged iron, finally awakening the strength and flexibility in her bones that had been buried by pampering.
She wants to take it back and protect it - no longer the illusory dignity, but the dignity of her family's life.
This road of survival reshaped her from a young lady who relied on her father and brother to a fighter who dealt with financial secret wars, material black markets and complex emotions.
It's never just one man who really supports her going forward.
It is the silent faith of the father, the flexible support of the mother, the warmth of the brothers and sisters supporting each other in the turmoil; it is her stubbornness that refuses to bow under the pressure of the times, and the unwillingness in her heart that "cannot sink like this". These forces are intertwined and shape her - borrowing power from others instead of relying on others; making good use of its power and eventually becoming its own power. She will not let any emotional choices drag down her future.
Intention: make good use of its potential, and eventually become its own power