Su Wan washed Fu Yuchen's shirts for three years.
On the day of his engagement, she was still washing. When the hot search popped up, she shook her hands, lit a cigarette, and threw the shirt into the dryer.
Fu Yuchen went home to show off his cards, saying that marriage was a matter of class and she was just for fun. She nodded with red eyes - she was tired from staying up late staring at the disk - and said, "Okay, that's it."
He sneered and lost his temper.
Three hours later, Fu's stock price began to fall. He called seven times and got no answer.
In the financial deadlock, the entire Internet begged Sister L for help. The video was connected, and on the screen was his docile bed partner who was abandoned like a pair of worn-out shoes.
"Mr. Fu, I won't save you."
Only then did he realize that the three years of smooth sailing were not due to him, but to her who had been secretly taking care of things for him.
What's even more ironic is that the top circle he desperately wanted to squeeze into was her natural home.
His pastime, abandoned like worn-out shoes, is the god that everyone looks up to.
When the gods withdraw, there is no way for him to return.
