【Romance doce em família rica + narrativa revigorante + humilhação dos vilões + revelação de identidade secreta + sofrimento do segundo homem + tragédia familiar completa】【Suposto frio, mas na verdade apaixonado presidente de conglomerado】【Designer genial e deslumbrante】 O namorado de Ye Zhaoying a traiu; aquele que prometeu amá-la por toda a vida abraçou sua assistente e partiu sem hesitação. Para salvar seu estúdio, Ye Zhaoying teve que engolir o orgulho e procurar Lu Jingchen, atual presidente do grupo de investimentos Lu, a quem ela havia ofendido na época da faculdade. No entanto, o homem que aparentava ser frio e indiferente, na verdade, já tramava por ela há muito tempo. Ye Zhaoying, que pretendia fechar seu coração para o amor, caiu pouco a pouco na armadilha de ternura de Lu Jingchen… Ao mesmo tempo em que sua carreira decolava, a verdadeira identidade de Ye Zhaoying foi revelada: ela era, de fato, a genial designer! A falsa herdeira foi exposta, o ex-namorado implorou para reatar, e toda a família foi devastada…
"Boss, Mr. Fu's funds still haven't arrived today."
"What?!"
Ye Zhaoying shot to her feet, the last traces of color draining from her already haggard face.
In a panic, she snatched up her phone and dialed the number she knew by heart.
Fu Mingchi—her boyfriend of three years, from university to now.
She had believed he was the one, that they were destined to walk down the aisle together.
But just yesterday, this man who had always been gentle and indulgent toward her suddenly declared he was tired of her, then left, arm in arm with Ye Zhaoying’s own assistant.
She could still see the triumphant smile on her assistant, Qin Lulu’s, face. It sent a chill down Ye Zhaoying’s spine.
Only then did she realize that Fu Mingchi and her assistant had been secretly involved for over two months.
But the investment had been agreed upon a year ago. The entire studio had been preparing for so long, pouring in so much effort—how could he go back on his word now?
The call connected, and a man’s voice, full of disdain, answered, "Why are you calling again? Trying to get back together?"
Suppressing her disgust, Ye Zhaoying’s hand trembled as she gripped her phone, forcing herself to remain calm. "I’m not trying to pester you, but wasn’t that one million promised a year ago…?"
He let out a scornful laugh. "Hah, who promised you? Did we sign a contract?"
Before Ye Zhaoying could speak, Fu Mingchi hung up.
She slumped into her office chair, utterly drai