Jiang Yu was dumped three times as a vase by three wealthy second-generation people, and she swore that she would be like a dog to another rich man.
That night she picked up a poor student in the supermarket. The sweatshirt that has been washed until it turns white, the cheapest instant noodles, squatting on the ground picking up Coke like a stray dog. She relented, took him back, and bought him clothes, lenses, and everything he couldn't bear to buy. The boy's name is Shen Du. He is a freshman majoring in photography. He is so well-behaved that it makes people feel soft.
Jiang Yu thought he finally had control of the situation.
Until Shen Du's mother was sitting on the judges' table of the National Model Competition.
"Miss Jiang, the puppy you have raised for three months is the only heir to our Shen family."
From the Shen family in Beijing, a century-old family, half of the auction house's final collection flowed out of their warehouse. But Shen Du pretended to be a poor student, just because he wanted to gamble his sincerity.
I thought I was supporting you, but you kept letting me go.
