I pretended to be poor and ate instant noodles with my girlfriend for three years, investing all the money I saved into her startup. Then she gave 90% of the company’s shares to her male best friend.
I took the share certificate to confront my girlfriend, who had become the company’s CEO. She shot me a contemptuous glance.
“What would a food delivery guy know? A-Zhe went to an Ivy League school. The company can’t run without him.”
“Can you stop being so materialistic? You’d throw away your dignity as a man over a little money?”
I called her ungrateful, but she had security throw me out of the company and froze my bank cards.
That afternoon, her male best friend posted a photo of a Maybach steering wheel on his social media. On his wrist was the commitment watch I’d given my girlfriend.
The caption read: “Thanks, baby. From now on, I’ll take care of you.”
I immediately liked and commented: “Wishing you and my ex a lifetime of happiness, and congratulations on the new car.”
The next day, at her company’s financing meeting, I slapped the investment contract and breakup agreement onto the table. Then I messaged the assistant behind me:
“Cancel the acquisition plan. Also, tell Legal to recover that thirty-million angel investment.”
Later, I returned to my family and took charge of a trillion-yuan conglomerate, while she went mad.
