I spent five years as a substitute for his first love. Gu Tingchen said the thing I imitated best was her eyes.
Every month, he deposited money into my account, but he never once looked me in the eye.
Then, the day his first love returned to the country, he handed me a check. “She’s back. It’s time for you to leave.”
I smiled, took the check, and moved out of his villa that very night.
He never saw me fold the check into a paper airplane and toss it out the window of my private jet.
Three months later.
The Gu Group’s cash flow collapsed, and Gu Tingchen humbled himself to beg a rising investor for help.
The conference room door opened.
He saw me sitting at the head of the table, casually twirling a signing pen.
On the giant screen behind me was the wealth accumulated by his family over three generations, not even enough to buy the three plots of land next to mine.
“Mr. Gu,” I said with a faint smile, “you thought those scraps were enough to keep me?”
