On the Night When the Engagement Was Broken Off, the Housekeeper Knocked on the Door.

"The night the engagement broke off, the housekeeper knocking on the door with hundreds of billions" Lin Yuan, a poor boy who delivers food in Jiangcheng. When he was publicly humiliated at the wedding banquet and said, "You don't deserve it," he didn't argue, turned around and continued riding his bicycle. Late that night, an extended motorcade parked below the rental house. The white-haired old butler bowed and said, "Master, the old lady has left. Please go back and take charge of the overall situation." He didn't go back. He chose to continue wearing platform work clothes, ride an electric bike through the streets, and spent a year getting to know the city—and the people in it—as an ordinary person again. Who is snobby and who is sincere, time will tell. But he didn't expect that what disturbed him this year was not a fortune worth hundreds of billions, but an old incident that had been suppressed for twenty-three years. My father died in an "accidental" car accident, and the money for that accident came from the Lin family's own account. One account led to another person, and one person led to a time-honored brand in the south called "Mengji". Behind the time-honored brand sat an old man who refused to die - he had been waiting for twenty-three years, and what he wanted was not money, but "roots." Lin Yuan's mother's life experience is much deeper than he imagined. After the night of breaking off the engagement, he thought he just didn't want to go back. Later I realized that the slower he returned, the deeper he dug.