That year, when he was just eighteen, he met the first Mr. Zheng in his life.
Xu Simu: If I am as miserable as the old fortune teller said, what will you do?
Zheng Xibei: Putting aside that the old man is probably bluffing, even if it is true, then I will be your backer and promise you a peaceful life.
Xu Simu: Okay, I will remember this.
However, in just a few years, the young man who had vowed to be his backer disappeared, and there was another Mr. Zheng beside him.
Xu Simu: Stop pestering me. My life is not good. My husband has figured it out.
Zheng Xingnan: That's just right. I have a good fortune and my husband has calculated it. We complement each other.
Xu Simu grinned, thinking that he actually wasn't that unforgettable after all.