The Trouble-Maker

Inside the dressing room, An Bingyan had already changed into her clothes.

A white shirt, a woman's suit and trousers, and black flats-neat and sharp, they gave the petite An Bingyan a few more traces of a capable manager's bearing.

At that moment, she was helping Yimo fasten his shirt buttons and tie his tie.

After helping Yimo get ready, she looked over his neat, polished appearance and nodded. "You look great. You really look like a promising young project lead."

An Bingyan looked over Yimo's suit and his cold face.

In truth, she hadn't liked work all that much. She'd worked incredibly hard all these years, but only because she'd grown accustomed to fighting back.

She always felt that if she didn't work hard, people would look down on her and bully her.

So she kept holding her breath, battling imagined enemies who might not even exist, gritting her teeth as she struggled and fought back.

The pressure the An Family put on her was so great that it made her feel as though she couldn't catch her breath.

As she looked at Yimo now, she found herself thinking:

If Umbrella Corporation were a normal company, and Yimo accepted her and loved only her-

If she married him and became his wife-

If he inherited her An Family and became its new head, while she stayed by his side as a little secretary, perhaps she would have an incredibly happy life—the life she wanted.

When they had time, they could go out together or take a vacation. She could lean against him and act like a spoiled child, enjoying a quiet, peaceful life.

But that was only her own fantasy. The state of Umbrella Corporation, the condition of the man before her, and the path they would have to