At the Banquet, My Girlfriend Said Her True Love Was the Waiter Serving Drinks

I pursued the aloof campus belle Cheng Yan for a whole year. I paid off her father's gambling debts, gave her limited-edition jewelry, clothes, and bags, and even secretly covered her wages at the cafe where she worked part-time, a hundred thousand a month. Everyone said I was crazy. Why would the only son of the Jiang family debase himself for a poor girl living on scholarships? But I was happy to do it. Then, on the third day after she agreed to be my girlfriend, I took her to a Jiang family banquet. In front of everyone, she poured a whole glass of iced red wine over my face, then threw herself into the arms of a waiter in faded jeans. "Don't be afraid. No matter how rich he is, he wouldn't dare touch you, because..."