When Chu Zhaoyang was making waves on Wall Street, he never imagined he’d end up scraping by at a junkyard in the streets of Donggang City.
Then, one rainy night, he saw a girl surrounded by thugs. Her features looked just like those of the first love he had let down.
The DNA report confirmed it: all five children were his.
“Dad?” His eldest daughter flung a pancake at his face. “Where the hell have you been for eighteen years?”
“Get lost!” Shangguan Weiwei exploded. “Chu Zhaoyang, every crocodile tear you shed is blood and sweat I’ve had to swallow for the past eighteen years!” After she slammed the door, muffled sobs and the children’s anxious questions could be heard inside.
When his rival, a pork seller, showed off his BMW, Chu Zhaoyang’s private fleet was moored all over Victoria Harbour.
Red-eyed, Shangguan Weiwei shut the door. “Take your trillion-dollar fortune and get lost!”
He smiled and dialed a satellite phone. “Buy the Nasdaq screens and have them play this on a loop: Honey, I was wrong.”
No diamond ring or flowers. At a pancake stall, Chu Zhaoyang spread out a world map. “Weiwei, I’ve bought a pancake stall in every place I’ve circled here. Would you... like to be the chairwoman?” As the onlookers egged them on, Shangguan Weiwei flung batter in his face. “Learn to make pancakes first!”
Chu Zhaoyang gave a speech: “Some people say I make my wife ‘rake it in’... That’s right! Once she’s done shedding tears, all that’s left for the rest of her life is ‘oil’: freedom, opulence, and being yearned for.” Fireworks spelled out “FOY Shangguan Weiwei” across the night sky.
When Shangguan Weiwei became pregnant with their sixth child, Chu Zhaoyang stared at the ultrasound image with a silly grin...
