Dou Lin made enough money in his twenties to last several lifetimes. His daily bank interest alone was enough to let him travel around the world. By chance, he met a strapping 187-cm-tall rich heir who insisted on being with him no matter what. When Dou Lin fell ill, the man cared for him day and night, then knelt by his bed with a mining rights transfer agreement and begged, "Please accept me, even if it's just for my money and trust fund."
Who says there's no such thing as a devoted son at a sickbed?
What was he supposed to do?
This was undoubtedly an insult to him, because personal freedom mattered more to him. So he flatly refused.
The man panicked, hurried to his feet, apologized, and told his assistant to transfer over a million dollars to Dou Lin. Then he rushed to the hospital room with every last bit of sincerity he had... only to be sternly rejected by Dou Lin again, who asked, "Don't you think a life filled with material things is terribly dull?! Why are you insulting my upbringing with money?! Do you think I don't have money?!"
"I'm warning you, Cen Shaoting, don't insult me with money!"
His words were heartfelt, his tone urgent, his resolve unshakable.
Everyone fell silent before such a refusal to bow to hundreds of millions of dollars.
Cen Shaoting swayed, nearly unable to stay on his feet...
Only his daughter understood him. She buried her face in his arms and wept.
Indeed, when Dou Lin had just come of age, he had nothing. The burdens of his family had left him utterly broken, and then a child had unexpectedly come along.
A single father, a high school dropout, buried in debt, with a daughter: the only thing missing from this disastrous start was for her dad to dye his hair blond.
Life was hard, but not for long.
In just a few years, he and his child had gone from a rented apartment to a grand mansion, from a small county town to an international metropolis. As far back as Dou Ya could remember, their home had been full of servants and countless toys.
Her father was busy with business. Her mother had become a little memorial tablet. The adults, out of guilt, were especially indulgent and generous with her. Growing up in that environment, she understood her father's feelings particularly well. She would always be the person he could rely on most.
Until one day, her father pointed to the memorial tablet and another man and told her, "This is your other father."
First of all, how had her mother turned into a man?
And even if he was a man, why did it have to be that Cen guy?
His daughter burst into tears.
Theme: Being afraid to try means turning away from success
