In 1985, on a stormy night, thunder roared overhead.
Desperate to scrape together the money for his mother’s life-saving surgery, Su Yue, a down-and-out educated youth, risked his life knocking on the red-painted door of the number-one residence in the county committee compound.
His foot slipped, and a pot of piping-hot “medicinal game stew” splashed squarely over the woman who opened the door.
She was the most powerful woman in the county, the icy director of the textile mill, and a stunning widow who had only recently lost her husband: Su Wan.
Her imported pale-gold silk nightgown was instantly soaked, clinging to her shapely figure and revealing every curve.
“You couldn’t afford to replace this dress even if you sold yourself.”
Looking down at him, the woman’s gaze was as cold as a blade. “No money? Then come inside.”
Su Yue steeled himself and went in, expecting trouble. Instead, Su Wan locked the door and tossed him an apron. “I’m hungry. Use the leftover oil to make me a bowl of noodles. If they don’t taste good, I’ll send you to the security office.”
Thanks to the culinary skills he had honed as a master chef at state banquets in his previous life, one bowl of scallion-oil noodles completely melted the ice queen’s defenses.
Seizing the chance, Su Yue spoke up. “Director, I’d like to borrow three thousand yuan to save a life.”
Su Wan crossed her legs, her red lips parting as her gaze turned sultry. “Three thousand? Sure. Just sell yourself to me and become my private property.”
From then on, Su Yue became the widow’s “personal handyman.”
By day, he was the behind-the-scenes strategist steering the textile mill, taking on troublemakers, driving reforms, and leading the whole factory to success.
By night, he was the female director’s personal butler, and even… her human shield.
Su Yue: I’m going to live off this rich woman, and I’m going to do it without shame!
