In my previous life, I was his stepping stone.
Setting up street stalls, attracting investments, managing accounts - I helped him get up from the mud.
After he became famous, he thought I was a yellow-faced woman and kept a mistress outside.
I was out driving to relax and was hit by a truck.
He rushed to the hospital, not to see me for the last time - but to ask for my passbook password.
As soon as I opened my eyes, I was back in my junior year.
He held a rose and confessed his love in public, and the whole class booed.
I took the flowers and threw them into the trash can.
"Shen Jiadong, don't bother me anymore."
Later, I joined a top investment bank, received a unanimous vote of commendation, and was named by the boss for poaching.
He was handcuffed by the police on the hospital bed and had his head shaved in front of a sewing machine.
The woman who stepped on me to get the upper hand in my previous life was crucified by my data in front of the entire industry, and her reputation was ruined.
This time, it was me who placed the pieces on the chessboard.
As for forgiveness?
Next life.
Purpose: Women should strengthen themselves and not be used as a stepping stone.