After Buying a Wife for 15 Yuan at an Antique Shop, I Rose to the Top

"Who are you? Don't come any closer, don't come any closer, don't come any closer!" Before Chen Yu could react, a fairy pounced on him onto the bed. ... Chapter One: The Old Wooden Rag in the Secondhand Shop, a Cheap Comfort for a Down-on-His-Luck Deliveryman. The evening rush hour downpour pounded on the city's asphalt roads, splashing up half-person-high muddy water. My name is Chen Yu, forty-four years old, born in the 1980s. A full year after graduating from university, with no family background or connections, hundreds of resumes I sent out went unanswered. Rent and living expenses were suffocating me, and in the end, I could only ride a secondhand electric scooter and plunge into the sea of food delivery to make a living. I've been doing this for 18 years.