On a seaside night, the sea breeze, carrying a salty and damp scent, gently caresses every corner of the city, as if whispering untold secrets.
In the dim light, a black sedan slowly drove along the quiet street, but the atmosphere inside the car was out of place with the peaceful night.
Miss Shen, a woman who commands respect in the business world, appeared unusually tired at this moment, her eyes revealing a hint of weariness and helplessness.
Miss Shen not only inherited her family's vast business empire, but also achieved remarkable success in the Hang Seng Stock Exchange with her unique vision and decisive decision-making.
However, this time, she made an unexpected decision—to short the stock market.
While the Hang Seng Stock Market was soaring and everyone was cheering, Shen Qing keenly sensed the market bubble and risks. She decided to go against the trend and short the stock market to gain greater profits.
However, market changes are always unpredictable.
Just when his decision was about to bring him a rich return, the stock market suddenly reversed course, halting its downward trend and instead surging.
Her short-selling strategy was immediately put on the defensive; not only did she fail to profit as she had hoped, but she also faced huge losses.
Worse still, because her decisions went against the mainstream of the market, her behavior attracted widespread attention and questioning from the outside world, and some people even began to question her business acumen and decision-making ability.
Faced with this sudden change, Shen Qing felt unprecedented pressure.
She knew that if she didn't take action quickly, not only would her personal reputation be ruined, but her family's business empire could also suffer a severe blow.
However, to turn the tide, she must pay a heavy price, and may even have to bow down to those who were once her enemies.
Against this backdrop, Miss Shen appeared exceptionally tired.
Her eyes no longer held their former sparkle; instead, they were filled with a deep weariness and helplessness.
She sat in the car, watching the night view rushing past the window, her heart filled with confusion and struggle.
She knew she had to make a choice, and each choice could determine the fate of her family and her own future.
The car finally stopped in front of a quaint, old-fashioned shop.
Before coming, I had spoken with my best friend on the phone. My best friend told me that coming here might give me a glimmer of hope.
So she decided to come in person to see if this gentleman could point her in the right direction.
As you enter the shop, a faint fragrance wafts towards you.
She looked around and saw that the shop was decorated in an antique style, with several ink paintings hanging on the walls and several potted green plants on the tables, making it look particularly elegant.
She took a deep breath, trying to calm her turmoil. When she saw the figure in front of her, Miss Shen was stunned. Only then did she understand why her best friend had asked her to come and find him.
He is my mortal enemy!
Miss Shen sensed the man approaching.
Seemingly unwilling, seemingly ashamed, he slowly and finally lowered his noble head.
She seemed to understand why her best friend had asked her to come over; it was all because of him.
He controls everything in the shadows, just like now, he has complete control of the situation, and no matter how much I struggle, I can't escape his grasp.
Gradually, the commotion grew louder and louder, and Miss Shen knew that this man would not let her off easily.
Now, I'm just a piece of meat in his mouth. Since I'm already here, I naturally know what attitude to take.
That means bowing your head and admitting your mistakes, and always bowing your head and admitting your mistakes.
Until the man is satisfied.
Now I'm not thinking about anything else at all, but this man seems to have made me submit, completely submit.
Her body had already submitted, but her mind had not, which was why she could sense the man's violent rage.
Gradually, both the body and the mind succumb; there's no way to resist.
This man has that kind of power, terrifying power.
In the long and quiet passage of time, Miss Shen, a well-bred lady known for her elegance, composure, and unparalleled beauty, found herself in an unprecedented situation. It was as if fate had played a cruel joke on her, pulling her from the clouds to the dust and revealing an unusual kind of beauty in an almost cruel way—a messy, unadorned, yet exceptionally attractive beauty.
Before anyone knew it, night had quietly fallen, and the moonlight, like a fine veil, gently covered every corner of the Shen residence, giving this ancient shop a mysterious and tranquil veil.
In the small side hall where Miss Shen was, time seemed to stand still, and the air was filled with a subtle atmosphere, slightly lazy and intoxicating.
Miss Shen, a woman who always appeared with a meticulously styled hair bun, exquisite makeup, and well-tailored dresses, completely overturned her usual image at this moment.
She lay sprawled on an antique mahogany table. Her face, usually so beautiful and refined, now appeared, with a hint of weariness and unintentional dishevelment, adding an indescribable fragility and charm.
Her hair, like a waterfall in the night, was no longer bound by delicate hairpins, but fell freely, with a few strands of black hair playfully hanging down beside her cheeks, adding to her unadorned natural beauty.
Her dress, originally made of the finest silk and embroidered with intricate and exquisite patterns, now appeared somewhat disheveled due to her posture. The collar was slightly open, revealing the delicate skin of her collarbone, which gleamed faintly in the dim candlelight.
The hem of her skirt was casually piled up on the side of the table, quite different from her usual graceful and elegant appearance, but it had a unique charm.
This unintentional disarray did not diminish her beauty; on the contrary, it added a touch of earthly authenticity and vividness to her.
Miss Shen's eyes were half-closed, her long eyelashes occasionally trembling slightly, like a butterfly about to take flight, carrying a hint of vulnerability and confusion.
Her breathing was even and shallow, as if she were immersed in the edge of a dream, or perhaps seeking solace in this moment of tranquility.
The surrounding scenery contrasted sharply with her; the shadowy flowers and trees under the moonlight were like a delicate ink painting; while inside, Miss Shen's "loss of control" made the scene exceptionally vivid and real.
Several well-read books were scattered on the table, their pages rustling softly in the breeze, their sound mingling with Miss Shen's breathing to create a tranquil yet slightly melancholic nocturne.
Until another figure walked in, Miss Shen closed her eyes in despair, knowing why that person had come back.
I thought it was over, but it turned out to be just the beginning.
That's terrifying.
If I had known he was so terrible, I shouldn't have offended him so badly in the first place. Now I know I was completely wrong.
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