Lu Xingmian was a well-known prodigal son at University A.
Wear 30,000-yuan sneakers to class, drive a Porsche to the cafeteria for meals, and if you're not feeling well, book Haidilao to treat the whole school. There are only eight words in my life creed: Whatever can be solved with money is no big deal.
Until he met Gu Chenzhou in a Japanese food store.
The man wore a shirt that had been washed white, and the cuffs were rolled up to his forearm, revealing a neat wrist. The cold white side face was cut into a sharp outline by the corridor light. He was checking the delivery address with his head lowered - so handsome that Lu Xingmian's brain twitched on the spot and he blurted out: "How much does it cost to deliver food for a day? I'll cover it for you for a day."
Gu Chenzhou raised his eyes.
The look was cold and bland, like a lake frozen in late winter.
"Sick."
Lu Xingmian's friends laughed like crazy. Lu Xingmian himself felt embarrassed that he had been thrown into his grandma's house. He thought he would never see this man again in his life until three days later, when he inspected the construction site of his company (actually he was arrested by his brother to experience life) and saw Gu Chenzhou carrying cement bags under the scorching sun.
The shirt was soaked and stuck to his body, and the muscles on his shoulders and back were stretched like a fully drawn bow.
Lu Xingmian stood in the shade and watched for a long time.
Then he opened the memo on his phone and started writing the contract.
"Personal Assistant Employment Agreement". Food and accommodation are included, and the monthly salary is 20,000 yuan. The only requirement: be available on call.
He thought very simply.
Since you can't get people to deliver food, then spend money.
But he didn't know that the moment he spent the two hundred thousand dollars, he lured the wolf into the house and moved the iceberg back home with his own hands - the iceberg that later made him cry and laugh, making him feel for the first time that money was not everything.
I want lots and lots of love.
If not, then I will need a lot of money.
But you showed up.
You don't have a penny, but you make me want to give you the whole world.
Concept: The tug-of-war between money and dignity, the concerto of love and redemption