On the first day Ji Nuan married the man she loved, he went bankrupt.
For five years of marriage, she worked twenty hours a day. Even her son helped her collect bottles to save money and pay off their debts.
On her son's birthday, under the scorching heat of 38 degrees, they stood outside a hotel in bulky mascot costumes, handing out flyers as sweat poured down their faces.
That was when a staff member approached them. “You two flyer-hawking losers are in luck today. President Yu's beloved woman's son is celebrating his birthday here. Kids love Nezha and Ao Bing, so put on those costumes and dance for them. You'll get ten thousand yuan.”
For that “fortune,” they walked into the glittering banquet hall, only to be struck dumb when they looked up.
The impeccably dressed man seated at the head table was none other than Yu Huaizhou!
He seemed to have returned to his former life, surrounded by admirers. His long fingers held a champagne flute as he listened to the woman beside him, his expression softer than she had ever seen.
She grabbed the staff member. “The President Yu you mentioned is Yu Huaizhou? Didn't he go bankrupt?”
“Bankrupt? What are you talking about?” The person looked at her as if she were an idiot. “President Yu is the richest man in the country!”
