Lin Jing took over her family's century-old luxury goods group, and high pressure and undercurrents became her daily life. She lived her life like a pool of stagnant water until she bumped into Wang Anqi during a drinking party.
Twenty-two years old, a returnee from a prestigious school, with an unfathomable background. Wang Anqi had a very deceptive face, wore thin-rimmed glasses, and had a flamboyant smile. But only Lin Jing knew what kind of terrifying ambition was hidden under this skin.
"Ms. Lin, the way you introduce the watch seriously is very charming." In the tea room, the woman leaned closer, and her fingertips brushed against her pulse. The fingers intertwined briefly, and then quickly let go after just a second. "Can I have a dinner with you tomorrow? I will be very sad if you don't come."
Lin Jing considers himself an absolutely rational person and builds high walls with coldness and hardness. But this seemingly harmless young hunter always knocks on her door accurately. A game that began with temptation and a gradual fall.
Intention: Two-way redemption