Step One: Selling Her Soul for Capital

November 4, 20XX (Late Evening)

Zhao Manor

The pitter patter of the rain calmed the beauty lying with her arm covering her eyes. Hearing the sound of droplets of water splashing against the roof and every surface outside thus making melodies of undeniable calmness. Like a tender lullaby, it serenaded Mei Lin's mind into serenity.

When the soft sound of light footsteps and clothes ruffling interrupted her unplanned meditation, Mei Lin sat up. Gazing upon her soaking wet husband, her eyes stared as Yang pulled a towel from a drawer near the bathroom and went to take a shower. She glazed at the clock and sighed; Yang has once again come home at eleven pm. Because of his busy schedule, Yang spent almost 17 hours on his company. Mei Lin and Yue can only see him every lunch where they personally delivered it to him so he won't skip his meal like he usually does.