I've lost my memory.
I woke up beside a pile of trash in Mexico City and happened to save a young Hong Kong heir who'd been lured there.
He insisted on repaying me, took me back to Hong Kong, and installed me as the CEO of his family's hotel.
It's pretty nice. Except someone keeps knocking on my door in the middle of the night:
"Mr. Cheng, the guest in the penthouse says the mattress isn't soft enough."
"Mr. Cheng, the guest in the presidential suite wants to know if they can order takeout."
"Mr. Cheng..." The new intern blushes. "A gentleman asked if you were free tonight."
Me: "...Tell him to get lost."
The intern trembles like a leaf. "H-he's the one from the Rong family..."
Oh. The legendary Rong Group CEO, the man who spoils his canary rotten.
Theme: True love needs no memory to prove itself
