The System ordered me to win over a young master from Beijing's elite circle by posing as a girl from the slums.
To fit the image of a street sweeper, Mom hadn't been to a beauty salon in three years.
To look like a good-for-nothing, Dad had been sneaking in and out of his own company in sunglasses for three years.
I hadn't bought new clothes in three years, and survived entirely on anonymous donations.
But after three years, the young master from Beijing's elite circle remained unmoved. He only had eyes for the top-tier star of the moment.
Later, I realized I'd been trying to win over the wrong person.
But the young master from Beijing's elite circle grabbed my hand and wouldn't let go.
“Wasn't I the one you liked?”
His older brother, an award-winning actor, stepped in front of me.
“Can't you tell? She's changed her mind.”
