Back to the 80s: I Won Over a Hong Kong–Style Tycoon with Milk Tea

Reborn in 1983, I quit my secure government job without a second thought.

I set up a milk tea stall outside the textile factory, and the pearls swirling in the glass cups drove the female workers wild.

“Fifty cents a cup, the taste of first love!”

When a Hong Kong business delegation passed by, I casually handed a cup to the handsome man who had been left behind. “Try our new flavor. It's free.”

He took off his sunglasses and raised an eyebrow. “The pearls aren't chewy enough, and the tea is too bitter.”

Later, he cornered me in the warehouse. “Sell me the recipe, or...”

“Come back to Hong Kong with me.”

I smiled and hooked a finger around his tie. “I won't sell the recipe, but we can talk about the position of boss's wife.”