1. The beautiful and capable hair salon owner vs. the blunt and capricious rich second generation. Zhao Yue first met Jiang Qiuwu in a bar. At the time, she was drowning her sorrows in alcohol after the man she had secretly loved for years got married. Jiang Qiuwu, dressed in a slinky long dress, walked over and asked, "Need company?" "Stay with me." The next morning, in the hotel room, before Zhao Yue could even get dressed, the other woman unexpectedly asked to borrow money from her. Zhao Yue was stunned but still asked, "How much?" "A million." Their second encounter was in a narrow alley. Jiang Qiuwu’s left cheek bore a handprint, her clothes were crumpled from being grabbed—the bullies had just dispersed. Clearly, the previous million hadn’t been enough to fully resolve her plight. Zhao Yue stepped forward and asked, "Need help?" Jiang Qiuwu stared at her for a long while before finally replying, "Yes." Jiang Qiuwu was the most money-obsessed woman Zhao Yue had ever met. She thought that as long as she had money, Jiang Qiuwu would indulge her forever. Yet one day, Jiang Qiuwu returned every last cent and calmly said, "We’re even. Let’s end this." Zhao Yue’s heart began to panic. 2. Because of money, Jiang Qiuwu had gotten herself tied to a spoiled brat—cold, domineering, often unreasonable, with a terrible temper. Even so, she had to pamper and indulge her. But as time passed, the little tyrant finally learned to care for her, checking on her, holding her neck at night, and murmuring, "I’ll give you all my money. Be my wife." Jiang Qiuwu chuckled, her eyes crinkling, before softly agreeing, "Okay." 3. One afternoon, an elegant woman sat across from her, studying her before sighing helplessly. "You look exactly like the teacher Xiaoyue once liked." The smile on Jiang Qiuwu’s face faltered. She bent over and uttered "Sorry" five times in a row. She shouldn’t have had ulterior motives.