Eleven years ago, Shen Zhiyun left Haicheng quietly. Everyone lamented the fall of the flower of the high mountain. She was deeply involved in the family illegitimate child scandal and fled to the United States.
Zhou Shiyu, the always silent and low-key academic master, gradually fell into her soft embrace and accepted her tenderness, feeling that this love had reached the point where he could resist fate.
Later, Zhou Shiyu himself didn't expect that he could accept her departure quietly, leave silently, and consciously not get entangled.
She had no complaints or words until she returned home from overseas at the age of twenty-nine and took the initiative to take care of the property. Shen Zhiyun secretly plotted everything, including those who loved her and those who hated her.
Zhou Shiyu watched her unruly and desperate in the business world under the lamp on the balcony. He sighed softly, enjoying it as if it were sweet wine. He couldn't tell the difference between north and south for her.
Intention: Bottom-line game