On a rainy night, I was picking up waste next to the trash can in an urban village, and I picked up a girl from the sewer.
Her white dress was dirty, her arms were bleeding, and she was holding a little orange cat that was about to drown in her arms: "Help me, it's called Peace."
I took her back to the loft to bandage her wounds. There were imported medicines in her medicine box that I had never seen before. She said her name was Su Ya, she had a monthly salary of 6,000 from a charity organization, and she asked me to visit the cats often.
Later, I gave her millet porridge every day, saved up money to buy the out-of-print books she mentioned, and broke two ribs in a fight for her. A year later, she nodded in my leaky rental house: "Lin Jia, let's try."
Her eyelashes grow so long when she teaches me to read, she drinks all the soup I make when she has a stomachache, and the tips of her ears turn red when we kiss.
Until the phone exploded with debt collection calls and the notice came that my mother was critically ill. She was wearing a Chanel suit that I had never seen before and dropped a card:
"One million, breakup fee." "The game is over, Lin Jia."
Later, there was a "lone wolf" in the underground casino who was desperate for his life.
Three years later, a new upstart in the tech world, "Mr. Lin," emerged. He was cold-blooded and decisive, and he was determined to retaliate.
On the eve of Su Group's bankruptcy, at the negotiation table.
When Su Ya opened the door and came in, her face was as white as paper.
I loosened my tie and stood up, walking to her step by step:
"Miss Su, the one million back then——"
"With interest, it is now worth half of your Su family."
"I want you to see with your own eyes how the garbage you threw into the rainy night bought out your life piece by piece."
