Cen Wan was depressed.
From being the eldest lady of the manor, she was reduced to being squeezed into a leaky rental house of more than ten square meters with Lu Xiaoye, a rough guy who smelled of tobacco.
Once, her father died to save Lu Xiaoye.
Ten-year-old Cen Wanyi pointed at his nose, arrogant and cruel: "You owe my dad a life, you have to support me for the rest of your life."
Lu Xiaoye took it seriously. After graduating from junior high school, she went to the construction site to move bricks and went to the dock to check the goods. She used her hard-earned money to support her sophisticated "oil trailer."
Until Cen Wanyi was adopted by an aristocratic family and kicked him away because he was disgusted with the smell of sweat.
But when Cen Wanyi lost power in the infighting of the wealthy family, was betrayed by the real daughter, and became the laughing stock of the whole city.
It was Lu Xiaoye, driving the tattered truck, carefully picking her up in full view of everyone.
His voice was hoarse as he said, "Miss, come home with me."
Everyone thought that Cen Wanyi was useless in this life.
Unexpectedly, Cen Wan returned to the rental house a changed person. She held Lu Xiaoye's calloused hand and started the era of "Chinese luxury goods" that shocked the world.
Those who had trampled on her could only kneel outside the manor and beg her for a place to cooperate.
In the dead of night, in the luxurious master bedroom of the manor.
Lu Xiaoye pressed her against the velvet quilt, his eyes were scarlet, and a hot kiss fell on her ear: "Wanyi, don't leave. I'll give you my life, as long as you look at me."
