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Jian Zhiwei has played the worst cards in his life. His mother died young, his father fled with his aunt, and his brother took away the family property and disappeared without a trace. At the age of fifteen, he was living under someone else's roof, with only a pair of old clothes, a silver hairpin, and a tattered collection of poems left in his body. Everyone in the Shen family said: That daughter of the Jian family is totally helpless when it comes to rules. Jian Zhiwei listened and said nothing. She just walked step by step to the most inconspicuous position on the blue brick floor of Shen's house, and wrote down all the things she saw, the words she heard, and the unclear accounts in her mind one by one. She does not rely on marrying someone, recognizing her ancestors and returning to the clan, or relying on noble people sent from heaven. Dancing with shackles, but in the jingle of the shackles, he walked out of his own rhythm. The sweetest thing in her life is pear blossom cake. Later, she took control of the entire Jiangnan frosting business and never bought pear cakes again.