When I was ten, Dad took me and left home after discovering that my billionaire mother was having an emotional affair.
Before he died, Dad told me:
“Rich people are heartless, but she’s still your mother. You don’t get to choose.”
“If you can, when you choose a woman someday, pick someone poor and honest.”
So later, when my entrepreneur girlfriend went bankrupt three times, it never occurred to me to leave her.
The first time, I sold my beloved limited-edition guitar and went from being a programmer to a singer at a bar.
The second time, I gave up singing to work full-time selling drinks at the bar, just to earn a six-yuan commission on each bottle of beer.
The third time, my girlfriend pushed a three-million-yuan IOU toward me, her eyes red. I silently picked up my glass and drained it.
Just as I was wondering whether to ask my billionaire mother for help, I accidentally overheard her talking with a friend:
“Qingran, you really are irresistible. You got a bartender to pay back over a million for you.”
“If he’s already selling drinks, isn’t selling himself the next step?”
Though they were on the other side of the private room door, Shen Qingran’s voice came through crystal clear:
“Next time, he’ll have to pay back three million. If he really chooses to sink that low, I don’t mind sending him to work as a gigolo at a brothel.”
“But I believe Wen Yu has his limits. So as long as he’s willing to keep paying me back honestly, I won’t treat him unfairly.”
I smiled and called my mother.
“Thank you for texting me every day for the past decade and more. So this time, I’ve decided to come home.”
