First Love Was Such a Little Thing

The heir to a fortune worth tens of billions was sent to teach in the countryside for three years. His grandfather’s will was clear: if he wasted his time, he’d be cut off.

I planned to rile up the whole school and run away after three days.

Until that female teacher in a faded, well-worn shirt smiled at me.

“Teacher Yin, the stars in the mountains shine brighter than the neon lights in the city.”

From then on, I couldn’t give up the air of this poor mountain village, or her.

When my family tried to force me back to the city to inherit the business, I roared into the phone:

“The inheritance? I don’t want it. I’ll bet everything I have to protect this school, and her.”