The most unlucky day in Cheng Ye's life looked like this——
In the morning, while working as a martial arts stunt double in Hengdian, he fell from a three-story building and broke three ribs. At noon, the crew said that he had no insurance and had to pay for the medical expenses himself. The 3,000 yuan deposit emptied out his last penny. In the afternoon, his girlfriend sent a voice message with six words: "Let's forget it, poor guy." In the evening, while squatting at the door of his rental house and eating steamed buns, he was hit on the head by a flowerpot that fell from upstairs.
Blood was dripping down his forehead, and he glanced at the steamed bun in his hand - it was stained red.
"Fuck." After he said these two words, his vision went dark.
When he opened his eyes again, he was lying on a two-meter-wide European-style bed, with a crystal chandelier above his head and a floor-to-ceiling window on his left, with a view of the river outside the window. On the right... Is a woman I've never seen before, putting on stockings.
"Cheng Ye, the divorce agreement has been signed, don't worry." The woman didn't even look back, "Thirty million is enough for you to spend a lifetime."
