Stepdaughter of a wealthy family? The little darling of a Beijing tycoon

As soon as he finished speaking, many people in the room whispered among themselves. Everyone could see that the Shen family's defeat was inevitable.

The person in charge of Tang's stood up and said with a smile, "Our entire project plan is customized by combining the latest market research and exclusive channel resources. All core ideas are supported by complete preliminary research."

He turned slightly to Amy and said, "The core coordination of this plan will be handled entirely by Amy, our team's newest specialist."

All eyes turned to Amy. She stood up, her tone calm and professional, every word and phrase grounded in the business thinking Shen Yifan had once taught her, eloquently explaining the advantages of her plan. Throughout the entire process, she didn't spare Shen Yifan a single glance.

During halftime, Amy walked up to Shen Yifan, looking down at the man with a gloomy expression. Her tone, devoid of its usual softness and gentleness, was cold and realistic: "Mr. Shen, don't look at me like that. From the day I joined as your assistant, I've had only one goal—to help Tang's take over this project. Mixing work and romance in your relationship will inevitably lead to defeat."

"All those company secrets, client weaknesses, and bottom-line prices that you told me without reservation were all compensation from Tang's high-salary poaching of me. Your so-called modesty about not wanting to live together too soon was just to lower your guard."

Shen Yifan's throat tightened, his voice hoarse and almost broken: "In the past six months, haven't you had a single genuine feeling for me?"

Amy raised an eyebrow slightly, her eyes completely calm: "Sincerity is worthless in the face of capital. What you can give me, the Tang family can give far more. The Shen family's fate is sealed; rather than sinking with you, I'd rather choose a smoother path sooner."

After saying that, she didn't linger. She turned around and walked back to the Tang family's camp, leaving Shen Yifan standing alone in the spot, feeling embarrassed and ashamed after all the trust and love had been torn apart in public.

With the bidding results finalized and Tang's Group successfully winning the project, Shen Yifan could no longer suppress his resentment and anger. He directly stopped Amy, who was about to leave with her team, at the exit of the convention hall.

The person in charge of Tang's company glanced at the two of them coldly, then simply raised his hand to indicate that he would leave the rest of the entanglement to Amy to handle, and left with the rest of the employees.

Shen Yifan grabbed Amy's wrist and dragged her to the empty roadside outside the building without saying a word. Cars were passing by, and the evening breeze was cool. The woman who used to be gentle and obedient to him now had only indifference and detachment in her eyes. She looked at him as if she were looking at a complete stranger.

Feeling as if a boulder was lodged in his chest, Shen Yifan's voice was hoarse and filled with disbelief and pain: "Why did you have to go this far? What have I ever done to wrong you? Money, resources, housing—I've given you the best of everything. I wholeheartedly intended to be with you for the long haul. I even planned to get engaged to you once the project was finalized, so you would be the rightful wife of the company's boss, with a bright future and all the fame and fortune you could ask for. What reason do you have to turn around and bite the Shen family?"

Amy lowered her eyes and gently broke free from his grasp, a cold, sarcastic smile playing on her lips. Her words were icy: "The Shen family's matriarch? Your Shen family deserved to have fallen to this state. I've been infiltrating your side from beginning to end, with only one purpose—revenge."

"Revenge?" Shen Yifan was taken aback, his eyes wide with astonishment. "When did I ever have a grudge against you?"

"It seems the cosmetic surgery techniques are indeed quite advanced. After spending six whole months together, you didn't recognize me at all." Amy raised her eyes, her gaze piercing him with years of pent-up hatred. "You only remember my current name, Amy. Do you even remember Wang Jiajia?"

"Wang Jiajia?" The three words suddenly struck Shen Yifan's mind. His pupils contracted sharply, and his face turned deathly pale. "How could it be you? The Wang Jiajia who was overweight, dressed plainly, and taciturn back then?"

No wonder he didn't make any connection whatsoever. In his memory, Wang Jiajia from his student days had a dark complexion, a bloated figure, wore faded old clothes, and always huddled in a corner of the crowd, feeling inferior and inconspicuous.

But the Amy before me was slender, with exquisite makeup, a noble and neat temperament, and her speech and vision were all at the level of a top-notch overseas returnee. From head to toe, there was not a trace of the ordinary girl from back then.

"You still remember what she looked like?"

Wang Jiajia, now known as Amy, chuckled softly, her eyes brimming with resentment accumulated over the years. "Young Master Shen, you've got a bad memory. You probably don't remember how you and your group ridiculed and humiliated me in public back then, have you? Your casual joke back then made me live under the constant mockery of others for years, so ashamed that I didn't dare to look people in the eye."

"Later, the Shen family maliciously suppressed our small business, leaving my parents heavily in debt and suffering from depression. Our family fortune was completely ruined. All of this was thanks to your Shen family. I went abroad to work and save money for plastic surgery and further education, shedding all my timidity, and came back with a brand new face and a brand new identity, all for today."

"You think it's a stroke of luck that I fell in love with you? It was just a calculated move, a deliberate attempt to get close to you, to gain your trust, and to expose all of the Shen family's hidden cards. All the preferential treatment and sincerity you gave me were just what you owed me. I'm taking it all back, and then I'll personally destroy the Shen family's reliance. That's the ending I truly want."

Shen Yifan stood frozen in place, his body turning cold. All his past self-righteous affection and favoritism had now become a meticulously planned revenge deception. He thought he was in control of everything, but little did he know that from the very first day he met "Amy," he had already stepped into the inescapable trap she had laid.

Shen Yifan felt a lump in his throat, and a bitter laugh escaped his lips. His eyes were empty and blank: "Back then... I didn't think it was anything serious at all. I never imagined that after all these years, you would still remember it, even going so far as to change your appearance and come back for revenge. It's laughable that I opened my heart to you, thinking that I had finally met someone I truly loved. From beginning to end, I was the only one who took it seriously."

The past was unearthed, and fragments of long-buried memories slowly returned. If she hadn't personally identified herself as Wang Jiajia, Shen Yifan would have long since completely erased this unremarkable girl from his life.

Back then, they were all still in college. A group of spoiled rich kids got together and made a bet. He lost the bet, and the wager was that he had to publicly pursue Wang Jiajia and be her nominal boyfriend for a week. Young and impetuous, and extremely concerned about his image, he didn't want to be ridiculed by his friends for being a sore loser, so he simply went along with it and actually confessed his feelings to Wang Jiajia.

At that time, Wang Jiajia was under the most pressure of her senior year of high school. With nowhere to relieve her anxiety, she could only overeat to soothe her emotions, resulting in her becoming bloated and overweight.

Her parents focused solely on her grades, fearing she might be distracted by her vanity and fall in love too early. They consistently bought her outdated and unfashionable clothes, and a pair of bulky, oversized black-rimmed glasses made her appear even more plain and ordinary. This outward inferiority complex was ingrained in her, yet deep down, the young girl harbored a romantic fantasy of a prince charming.