My Cheating Life Started by Jumping into the River

On the day I jumped into the river live, my ex-boyfriend drove up in a Maserati, not to save me, but to take a shot of "affectionate rescue" so that it would go viral. In front of him, I kicked and dented the door of his new car. A strange man pulled me off the railing and gave me a new mobile phone: "Your live broadcast is being monitored from beginning to end." On the screen, the signature authorizing the installation of surveillance was clearly the scumbag I had loved for seven years and my best friend. At that moment, the old Lin Qinglan died. I signed a devil's contract to seize the opportunity of "payment for knowledge" and "short drama". From a factory girl who was ridiculed, to a short drama creator who became popular all over the Internet, to an industry queen who goes head-to-head with capital giants. The scumbag was ruined, my best friend regretted it, and the giant company was shaken because of me. But the contracted man who saved me from fire and water finally said to me: "I only wanted to cultivate a sword at first, but you became the only sword holder who could rival me."