Spring Morning

My name is Feng Zhaozhao. My IQ is 50, my looks are a 70, and my luck is 100.

The Feng family controls assets worth hundreds of billions. As the family's only daughter, I have an eldest brother who joined the family business at twenty and turned the tide, and a youngest brother who won an international research award while still an undergraduate. Stuck between them, all I have to do is slack off.

In the scorching summer when I was seventeen, I met Xu Qingrong. He wore a faded military-green T-shirt and canvas shoes with peeling soles. Old Feng brought him to me to help me get into university.

He was different from the poor students supported by Comet before him. They had been cautious, timid, or obsequious.

His skin was cool and pale, impossible to tan. His brows and eyes were sharp, his gaze clear. He was exactly as his name suggested.

"Hello, I'm Xu Qingrong."

The sunlight that day dazzled me. That scorching ray seemed to pierce something and remain in my heart forever.

In the bitter winter when I was twenty-two, Xu Qingrong, proud as he was, lowered his head to me for the first time because he needed 500,000 yuan for his mother's kidney transplant.

"Feng Zhaozhao, lend me 500,000 yuan. I'll do anything you ask."

In front of him and Shen Zhaozhao, the first love he was rumored to cherish, I played the part of a wicked rich girl.

I said, "All right. I want you to marry me."

Shen Zhaozhao's phone fell to the floor, and his face turned deathly pale.

At the time, I thought I must be the greatest sin Xu Qingrong had carried over from a past life.

Theme: Companionship is the longest-lasting declaration of love.