When he was fifteen years old, Lin Ye was sitting in the auditorium, looking up at the young man named Chen Qiyu on the stage.
He said: "In this life, the only person you can rely on is yourself."
On the same day, my father took away all the family's savings and ran away.
She became the poorest high school freshman in Linjiang City, then a girl who dropped out of school, a dishwasher in a restaurant, and a female worker in a clothing factory.
Everyone thought her life was over.
No one knew that she pierced her fingers on the assembly line during the day and studied by herself until the early hours of the morning using the 40-watt light bulb in the rental house at night.
At the age of eighteen, she took the college entrance examination as a social candidate and scored enough to attend a foreign university.
She didn't go. Because there is no money.
She kept the admission email on her phone for three days, and finally clicked "give up" and entered a 985 school in China.
At the age of twenty-five, she met Chen Qiyu. He is already her boss.
They were together for two years, secretly in love. No one in the company knew.
Later she discovered that some distances could not be crossed by hard work. So she pushed him away with her own hands, turned around and went to Shanghai alone.
At the age of 29, Chen Qiyu returned to China and became CEO of the Asia-Pacific region.
She is already the "Mr. Lin" that no one in the industry dares to despise.
On the day of their reunion, he stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window of the reception room of her company, turned around and said:
"Lin Ye, I'm back."
She smiled, her eyes burning:
"Mr. Chen, long time no see."
Intention: "I spent fourteen years, not to get to you, but to get to a place where you can look at me levelly."