My girlfriend is a huge star, and I kept my identity under wraps while working as her assistant.
So I wouldn’t affect her career, I wore cheap flip-flops, got myself tanned pitch-black, ate three-yuan bowls of instant noodles, and diligently played the role of her live-in nanny.
The day I bought her a diamond worth a fortune, she was leaning against the shoulder of a greasy, balding middle-aged boss, fawning over him as she said,
“Xu Ning, hurry up and pour Mr. Jiang a drink.”
I grabbed a club and swung it at him. To hell with pretending!
