At thirty-nine, "Zhang the Fox" sent his boss one last "Received" at two in the morning, then collapsed in front of the seventeenth draft of a proposal.
When he opened his eyes again, he was eighteen and had just finished the college entrance exams. Upstairs, the woman nine years older than him was haggling with someone. Her silver bracelet tapped against the coffee table with a chink.
In his previous life, he'd had a crush on her for twenty years without daring to say a word. There had also been a fisherman's daughter who secretly watched him from behind the camera for three years. She died at twenty-five on a rainy night, and he didn't find out until he stood at her funeral.
This time, Zhang Wenbin made himself a rule: when someone cares about you, don't put on airs. If his neighbor bought him clothes, he'd accept them; if she provided the startup money, he dared to ask for sixty percent. At the market stall, online shop, and university district, he hid behind his neighbor and turned living off her into a business.
But he wanted the woman upstairs, and he couldn't bear to let go of the girl in the fishing village either. How could he have the best of both worlds so easily?
