During the years when I was most strapped for cash, I took a few jobs that weren’t exactly respectable.
Including, but not limited to, helping wives catch their cheating husbands and beating up scumbag men and their mistresses in the street.
I also sabotaged blind dates, giving arrogant, greasy men with delusions of grandeur a brutal reality check.
My work was so impressive that my career took off, and I became a breakup specialist.
Just as I was about to build my business into an even greater success, I offended Gu Xilou, Ningcheng’s newest rising star.
One cup of coffee not only ruined his bespoke suit, it also scalded his precious hand.
Faced with compensation totaling tens of millions, I had no choice but to sign an agreement to sell myself into servitude to pay off the debt.
Who would have thought that after nearly two years of working like a beast of burden, I’d earned less than what had been deducted?
Just as I was getting restless and considering paying off my debt with my body, a bank card was flung at my face.
Madam Gu said, “There are five million here. Leave my son!”
I wiped away a tear, turned the act into reality, and delivered that classic line:
“Madam, Gu Xilou and I are true love. You’ll have to offer more!”
