Meticulous planning.
Exceptional talent.
No moral limits.
Put those three things in one person, and that wasn't a person. It was a blade.
No matter how shrewd Zhou Qiang was, no matter how calculating, he could never have imagined that the woman sharing his bed had stripped him bare on paper.
Wang Xiaoliang remembered the rope Fan Qishan had given Li Lanxiang. It had been so precise.
Join the two ends of a rope, and it became a snare.
Li Lanxiang herself was a rope.
"The later notes were mainly about her plans at work. When to get promoted, how to deal with her superiors-it was all there. She set herself a goal: if she didn't get promoted within three years, she'd quit and become a rich housewife, using Zijin, Zeng Haiyan, and whatever connections she could to meet more people."
"After working for a while, she ranked the people around her all over again."
"What did she come up with?"
"Of everyone she knew, not one was richer than Zhou Qiang, and not one was more resourceful or cleverer."
Kong Xiuyun paused.
"Especially that Maybach. It gave her the greatest satisfaction."
"She had a car taking her to and from work every day. Once it stopped outside her workplace, the whole building knew. She wrote in her notes-someone asked how much the car cost again today."
Wang Xiaoliang could picture it clearly. A young woman who had just started her job, picked up and dropped off in a Maybach every day. At any workplace, that would be a bombshell.
"The more her coworkers envied her, the more she felt she'd chosen the right path. This was her reward for executing her plan perfectly."
"Then she made a decision."
"To have a baby."
"She'd always known perfectly well that Zhou