The day my ex-husband cheated on me with a rich girl, I sold hair ties on a rainy night and was remembered by a VC boss with a net worth of tens of billions in the future.
He married a well-matched wife, and I slept in the ten-square-meter basement eating cold steamed buns.
Three years later, he was on the verge of bankruptcy and I was sitting across from him with my acquisitions team.
After signing, the capital boss who was rumored not to be lewd held my hand at the celebration banquet:
"Lin Xi, I knew that rainy night three years ago—"
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