I never thought that my ex-wife, whom I kicked out for even a million breaking up fee, would appear on the cover of Forbes.
Three months ago, I successfully won the largest project in the company's history, and the woman around me also changed from the yellow-faced woman who only knew how to cook to a wealthy daughter who can bring me more resources.
I am very proud and feel that my life has reached its peak.
When we got divorced, I even persuaded her to donate her kidney to my mother out of "outrageous compassion" and treat it as waste.
She didn't cry or make a fuss, she just looked at me calmly, made a phone call and left.
I thought she had given up and was going back to her hometown in the countryside.
Until three months later, my investors suddenly withdrew their capital, all my clients terminated their contracts, and my new girlfriend's family also warned me to stay away from her.
I was so anxious that I saw that familiar yet unfamiliar figure at a top business reception.
She was wearing a high-end dress and was surrounded by stars.
The richest man in Asia and the chairman of the Su Group was patting her head affectionately, and said helplessly and dotingly: "Wanying, go home early, so you don't have to suffer this kind of grievance."
At that moment, I realized that what I threw away with my own hands was not a cook, but a ladder leading to the clouds.
I wanted to see her like crazy, but the only reply I got was: "Mr. Su is very busy. If you want to make an appointment, go bankrupt first."
