My name is Lu Chuan, 23 years old, full-time boyfriend.
Food and accommodation are included, with a monthly salary of 100,000 yuan. Party A pays for me with five insurances and one housing fund out of his own pocket. The only client is Gu Chaoge, the head of Chaoge Group and the youngest woman on the Forbes list. The financial magazine used her on the cover with the title "She Doesn't Need a Man." When the entire business community mentions her, they describe her in just eight words: cold-blooded and ruthless, and disowning all her relatives.
But no one knew that she would cry every night.
Because the takeout is delivered with the wrong flavor, the icon cannot be found when updating the mobile phone system, or a video of a stray cat is viewed - any small thing can make the billionaire queen huddle on the sofa, hugging a rabbit pillow, crying like a kitten that can't find a home.
And I, a "tramp" she picked up from the park bench, my only task is to pass tissues when she cries every night, and ask her every morning: "What do you want to eat tomorrow?"
I thought this job was easy. Until her ex-boyfriend Shen Du returned to China, until her second uncle began to seize the company's equity, until my true identity was revealed by the entire Internet - "tramp" Lu Chuan, is actually the eldest grandson of the Lu family, the most wealthy family in the imperial capital.
Everyone said she didn't need a man. But she took my arm and announced to the city, "I didn't hire him. I chose him."
Reader comments
It turns out to be a story about a good-for-nothing male protagonist. I didn't even bother to read it. .
It turns out to be a story about a good-for-nothing male protagonist. I didn't even bother to read it. .