The Eldest Lady of a Wealthy Family Breaks Out of Her Cocoon and Makes a Counterattack

The name Zhang Jingxian was the first and most lasting irony in her life. It does not carry the parents' beautiful expectations for a "quiet girl", but a poisoned dagger thrown by her father Zhang Haoyang at her mother, a public humiliation-sarcastic that she will never be quiet enough or virtuous enough. As the heir to the world's largest car company and the daughter of Zhang Haoyang, she was not an independent individual from the moment she was born, but a symbol placed in the spotlight. The public is spying on her and the media is chasing her. Every second of her life seems to be living in a grand exhibition that cannot be ended. Her father's halo, which was huge enough to cover the sky, was not a glory to her, but a heavy and cold shackle that she was destined to bear from her blood. In this splendid cage, when she was young, she huddled under the narrow bed and in the stuffy cabinet countless times. At that time, she was always looking forward to her parents stopping to hug her. Until one day, outside the window outside the quarrel, a strange woman holding a child appeared. The woman looked directly at her mother through the glass with a cold and provocative look, perhaps with a smile of victory on the corner of her mouth. At that moment, the silent explosion in the air was far more deafening than any noise. The young Zhang Jingxian shrank under the chair. She understood the look in her eyes and felt her mother's dignity collapse and her own world shake violently at that moment. Anger burned like fire, but was suppressed by a huge feeling of helplessness. Anger and helplessness were intertwined, enveloping and urging her.