Zhou Jiachu got into a top university in New York. His family rewarded him with a Penn House on Manhattan and a Maserati. He waved goodbye to his parents without a hint of regret:
Times Square, Fifth Avenue, Central Park, Wall Street, here I come!
But after arriving, he discovered Manhattan was always gridlocked, the subway reeked of urine and weed, the summers were stifling, and the winters brought blizzards.
After riding the subway just once, Zhou Jiachu fell ill. Then he came across a post: "Flushing delivery service. Delivery available along subway lines."
He casually paid the hundred-dollar delivery fee and ordered a stew of salted pork and bamboo shoots, plus a box of desserts.
Half an hour later, the delivery guy knocked on his door, like a godsend.
And the delivery guy was 185 centimeters tall, with thin lips, a high nose, and sharp brows over bright eyes.
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Before long, Cheng Yan had become the person Zhou Jiachu saw more often than his teaching assistant.
Zhou Jiachu was picky about food. Now someone remembered his dietary restrictions and preferences, and a full Chinese breakfast appeared as soon as he opened his eyes each morning. During deadline crunches, he was constantly supplied with little cakes and milk tea.
Zhou Jiachu was afraid to drive and didn't want to squeeze onto the subway, so Cheng Yan willingly became his chauffeur. The car was always filled with Zhou Jiachu's favorite fragrance and kept at his preferred temperature.
Without even realizing it, Cheng Yan had the passcodes to all of Zhou Jiachu's homes, the keys to all his cars, and the details for all his credit cards.
Meanwhile, Zhou Jiachu was so caught up in the happiness of having his quality of life restored that nothing seemed amiss.
Until one morning, Cheng Yan caught sight of him with morning wood. The man hesitated, then slowly leaned closer. "Baby, I can offer other services too... Want to try?"
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Everyone said Cheng Yan, president of Jiayan Capital, was a legend.
Rumor had it he was the illegitimate son of a streetwalker, yet in only a few short years, he had climbed from the bottom to the top of the pyramid.
After achieving fame and success, Cheng Yan accepted Zhou Jiachu's invitation to meet his family for the first time.
Zhou Jiachu took his hand and pouted as he chattered away. "Daddy, I told you he isn't some poor country boy!"
Looking at his darling son bringing home a blond, Zhou's father could only manage a complicated expression. "Jiajia, you haven't even known each other for three years..."
"More than three years." Cheng Yan smiled softly. Even Zhou Jiachu looked up at him in surprise.
Cheng Yan squeezed Zhou Jiachu's hand in return. "I've known Xiao Chu for fifteen years."
After that brief encounter all those years ago, his life had been reduced to one goal: climb higher, until the day he was worthy of standing by Zhou Jiachu's side.
Theme: Strive to become better for love
