The day Lu Chengyun, the crown prince of Beijing’s elite circle, went bankrupt, everyone was watching to see him make a fool of himself.
He refused to rely on his parents for help, stubbornly ending up on the streets until Wen Jinyan took him home.
Seeing he had nowhere to go, Wen Jinyan let him stay for the time being.
By day, Wen Jinyan earned money selling things beneath an overpass, while Lu Chengyun stood beside me, calling out to attract customers.
At night, we squeezed into a ten-square-meter rented room and shared a bowl of instant noodles.
Later, after he returned to the top, the media asked, “Mr. Lu, what do you miss most?”
He gazed solemnly into the camera. “I miss the girl who supported me beneath the overpass back then.”
“Where is that girl now?”
“She’s... Sorry, I have to go home and cook. She’ll be packing up and heading home soon.”
