Poor People Shouldn't Write CEO Romances

The year Zhou Wanmai was at her poorest, she went to school during the day and worked part-time at a milk tea shop at night. Now she'd also found a tutoring gig.

After a one-day trial, the family who hired her let her go. Their reason: she was too cute, and they were worried their middle-schooler might fall in love too young.

With school fees due next month, Zhou Wanmai was desperate enough to join a writers' group. An editor sent her an outline for a 300-word domineering CEO story, and she had to make up the rest herself.

On her first day of writing, she had the CEO celebrate his birthday by walking into a Wallace with a crowd of people. He grandly waved at the server and declared, "I'm renting out the whole place today."

Everyone ordered a table full of burgers, roast chicken, fries, chicken nuggets, and large sodas. It was outrageously extravagant.

On the second day, she wrote that after a full day's work, the CEO rode a shared electric scooter to the subway and took it home. Then he switched on the little sun-shaped heater in front of the sofa.

Warmth enveloped him in an instant, and the CEO let out a satisfied sigh. This was the life of the rich: they never had to worry about the electricity bill.

On the third day, Zhou Wanmai finally realized that her writing was a little too poverty-stricken. How could a CEO ride a shared electric scooter?

So the CEO paid in full for a discounted Yadea scooter.

The website used Zhou Wanmai's novel to pad its word count. It got no traffic and nobody read it, and the editor didn't care what she wrote.

Since nobody cared when she made things up, Zhou Wanmai sank deeper into her artistic creation, utterly oblivious to the world around her.

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Qi Xu had been transferred to Anhua City a year ago. He'd been brought to headquarters as the youngest sales director in the group's history.

Director Qi was always mysterious and aloof. He didn't work overtime or engage in corporate formalities. Handsome and taciturn, he was decisive in his methods. In just one year on the job, the group's total sales had tripled compared to the same period the previous year.

Quiet, wealthy, serious, and exceptionally capable.

People across the company generally kept their distance from a leader like him.

But lately, everyone had noticed that Director Qi seemed to have been possessed by someone else.

He'd never attended employee gatherings before, but on his birthday, Director Qi organized one and led the entire sales department into a Wallace burger shop. With a grand wave of his hand, he declared, "I'm renting out the whole place today."

Later, they heard that Director Qi had called his secretary in the middle of the night to ask where he could buy a little sun-shaped heater. He'd also said he didn't care about the electricity bill and wanted to enjoy its warmth right away.

Then things got even more absurd: Director Qi showed up to work in a designer suit, riding his little Yadea electric scooter.

After a string of strange events that he couldn't control, his secretary finally discovered that everything Director Qi had been experiencing matched the plot of a novel called The CEO's Priceless Darling.

Once he'd learned the whole story, Director Qi tossed his secretary a rural credit card. "Tell that author: poor people shouldn't write about this stuff."

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