In the most innocent days of my youth, I spent a month frying egg fried rice at a street stall.
All to win the heart of a girl from a poor family.
My buddies teased me: “You’re the young master of the Zhao family, and you’re really lowering yourself to run a street stall for a girl?”
After pursuing her relentlessly, I made her my girlfriend.
Later, my family went bankrupt, and I went from a rich second-generation heir to someone buried under debt.
The first thing I did was break up with her. “I was only playing around with you. Now I have to go home and marry for the family alliance.”
After years of hard work, she became the head of a top company.
When we met again, I was wearing my delivery uniform, handing her an order of egg fried rice.
I tried to cover up the awkwardness with a joke: “Enjoy your meal, and please leave me a good review.”
Her gaze burned as she said, slowly and clearly, “This time, let me ask you: I like you. Will you go out with me?”
I didn't see where the pure love was, I just felt a sense of disapproval, and I insisted on writing a disgusting rich second generation person in the middle.
Never give up, good, good!