When Lin Yue pushed open Lin's door, the late autumn rain fell on her shoulders.
The glass curtain wall reflects the high heels and cheap commuter bags - she is the secret illegitimate daughter, the second lady of the Lin family with gold trim.
The data disappeared late at night, coffee stains spread on the shirt, and the man wearing gold glasses handed over a rusty key in the cold light of the computer room: "If you want to survive, just follow me."
Shen Yi's sleeves smelled slightly of whiskey fermentation.
He said that business war is a cannibal game, but he supported her on the basis of interests in every dangerous battle.
Equity is a bandage, and a will is a love letter. At the shareholders' meeting, they engraved each other's names into the first line of the risk control agreement for the rest of their lives.
"Love is like two pieces of broken glass, scraping sharp edges from each other in the ruins of a wealthy family."
When the late autumn rain hits the towering glass curtain wall of the Lin Group's headquarters, the wheel of fortune begins to turn. If Lin Zhao is at the helm, Shen Yi is the sail - the love ship that puts profit first cuts through the waves.
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A heavy rain was approaching, Shen Yi took off his windbreaker to cover the two of them and ran towards the pillars.
Lin Zhao's hair was dripping with water, and he stared at him with his eyes, "Who are you, and how do you know so much?"
Shen Yi reached out to brush away the raindrops on her shoulder and said, "A person like you crawls out of the mud to look at the stars."
Intention: Counterattack and growth
