He pretended to be a poor student and sat at my desk for three years and ate my portion of breakfast every day.
He disappeared without a trace when he was in college, and many years later at a company dinner, he turned out to be the new CEO.
He announced in public that he was my fiancé: "This bride price includes the debt for the acquisition of your family business."
I smiled and threw champagne in his face: "Unfortunately, I would rather go bankrupt than marry a liar."
He wiped off the wine stains and whispered in my ear: "Then the 520 stars you secretly stuffed into my desk in junior high school, whose youth counts?"
