After working as a stand-in for his first love for five years, Gu Tingchen said that the thing I most resembled was the pair of eyes.
He transfers money to the card every month and never looks at me.
Until the day when his first love returned to China, he handed over a check: "She's back, it's time for you to go."
I smiled, accepted the check, and moved out of his villa that night.
What he didn't see was that I folded the check into a paper airplane and threw it out the window of the private jet.
Three months later.
The Gu Group's capital chain was broken, and Gu Tingchen humbly begged to new investors.
The conference room door was pushed open.
He saw me sitting on the main seat, turning the pen around carelessly.
On the big screen behind him were the assets accumulated by three generations of his family - not enough for me to buy the three surrounding plots of land.
"Mr. Gu," I smiled at him, "How dare you support me with this little wealth?"
