Break the Circle

[Urban workplace drama｜The downtrodden elite good girl x the second generation ancestor of the game｜Rebirth｜Illustrated guide of women in the financial circle] Cheng Anning's life was once like a carefully bound hardcover book, with each chapter marked with glossy annotations - he became the youngest vice president of an investment bank at the age of twenty-five, had the best education, lived in the best apartment area, his fiancé was a high-profile new investor, handsome and considerate like a fairy tale prince. Everyone envied her perfect life, even she herself believed it. But I didn't expect that all this was just an illusion on the edge of the cliff, a beautiful lie that deceived myself and others. The tenderness of the fiancé is a carefully designed disguise; his success is a scam based on deception. When everything came to light, he did not hesitate to put all the blame on her and push her into the abyss. Overnight, she went from an elite investment banker to a target of public criticism. She was forced to resign and her career hit rock bottom. Cheng Anning soaked in the luxurious bathtub of her apartment until her fingertips turned white. Looking at her blurry reflection on the wall, she finally understood that the so-called perfect life was just the most exquisite false commodity in the game of capital, which could be ruthlessly devalued and abandoned at any time. In order to escape the broken past, she went to study in France, trying to pick up her broken soul in the sunshine and rain of a foreign country. Start living again, enjoy the sunshine, and allow yourself the occasional "indulgence" and vulnerability. But she didn't expect that that "indulgence" that she thought was just a chance encounter would quietly change the trajectory of her life with an extremely aggressive attitude. It was like she would never know that someone had already spread a net covered with roses at the bottom of the abyss where she thought she had fallen. Small Theater The first encounter was a fall carefully designed by fate Paris. The night is as dark as ink, and the stone road after the rain reflects the blurred neon light. Cheng Anning was sitting alone on a high chair in the corner, with the amber liquid in her sixth glass. The lights in the bar were charming and ambiguous, like a carefully woven net, and she was the butterfly that strayed in, her wings already soaked with tears and alcohol. The betrayal of her fiancé and the collapse of her career crushed the aura she was once proud of into dust. At this moment, she just wanted to let alcohol numb every painful nerve, and let herself sink and disappear completely in this foreign country. "One more drink." She was extremely drunk, with wet tears hanging on her eyelashes. Such abjection and fragility made her the perfect prey in the eyes of nocturnal creatures. A few pairs of malicious eyes were already staring in the dark, exchanging tacit glances, as if they were discussing how to share the "delicious meal" they were about to receive. "Hey, beauty, alone?" The greasy French words came to her with dangerous intentions. At that moment, a deep and mellow male voice cut into the dangerous atmosphere like an antidote. "My girlfriend is having a tantrum." The voice was wrapped in a careless smile, but it was half possessive and half threatening. Cheng Anning turned around drunkenly, and her eyes met the chest wrapped in a black velvet vest. She raised her eyes dazedly and saw only a well-defined jawline. The Chinese waiter held the bar with one hand, forming an insurmountable barrier. He stood calmly between her and the darkness, shrouded in shadow, and she was enveloped in a smell of tobacco and sandalwood, dangerous yet inexplicably reassuring. "Would you like to buy her a drink?" His French was so fluent that there was no trace of it, but there was a coldness that could not be refused, like a steel knife wrapped in velvet. When the laughing figures disappeared at the door of the bar, the man lowered his eyes and watched her struggling to take out her credit card to thank her. He suddenly sneered, and the laughter contained a bit of helplessness and a bit of sarcasm. "What if I'm a bad guy?" He leaned forward, his warm breath brushing her earlobe, and his voice was so low that only she could hear, "——What do you want to repay, baby?" The second reunion is inevitable by chance Shanghai. The financial center was brightly lit, and Cheng Anning attended the wine bureau as a merger and acquisition consultant. She was able to cope with the "big guys"'s banquets, and the wine glass in her hand was almost never empty, but she always remained sober. Until a greasy finger "inadvertently" scratched the back of her hand. The touch was like a slug crawling across, making her tense up instantly. She frowned and endured, retreating slightly, but she heard a lazy but familiar voice ringing in her ears. "Introduction, this is my girlfriend." The whole house was quiet. Cheng Anning turned her head and saw a slender figure walking out of the shadows. The face overlapped with the outline under the dim lights of Paris at night, but it was so clear at the moment that her heartbeat accelerated. "Are you a waiter addicted to pretending to be a boss?" She lowered her voice, a little nervous and worried, "Anyone here can make you pack up and get out of Shanghai immediately." "Really?" Mr. Liu, who had been smiling just now, suddenly turned pale: "Huo... Mr. Huo?" Intention: Good love is mutual achievement