The moment the divorce agreement was signed, Jiang Nanchu slapped the evidence of Lu Ze's financial fraud for three years on the table.
She's not an abandoned woman - she's here to clear things up.
But there was another person sitting in the darkroom. Pei Yu, the most mysterious capital tyrant in Beijing, played with a lighter and watched her whole scene through the smoke.
"Give the evidence in your hand to the police and he will go to jail for three years. Leave it to me - Mr. Lu will go bankrupt tomorrow."
"Conditions?"
"Be my accomplice."
She slapped the USB flash drive on his chest: "Cooperation is okay. Mr. Pei, please restrain yourself."
She thought it was a deal. But he pressed on her step by step - he pressed her against the car door in the garage to listen to her heartbeat, exposed the gunshot wound on her back in the wine cellar, and broke in from underwater on a cruise ship on the high seas. Every time she thought he was going to cross a line, he paused at the last step and said, "Restrain."
But Jiang Nanchu is not prey. She was a knife he had sharpened by his own hands - sharp enough to cut through the Pei family's twenty-year conspiracy, to tear apart the century-old layout of the "gatekeeper", and to make him kneel down in the ruins and say "I voluntarily be arrested by you."
This is a story about choice. The truth is never the end, choice is.
She is Jiang Nanchu. He was not her accomplice, not her ally, not her partner. He is the man she chose.
Concept: She is no one's pawn, and he is not her savior - they are each other's choice, not destiny.