After Farming on the Moon, I Slapped My Money-Worshipping Ex-Girlfriend in the Face

During the college entrance examination year, I gave up Tsinghua University for Jiangli. But in the fifth year of being together, I proposed breaking up. I saw her downstairs in the dormitory, she threw herself into Zhang Zeyan's arms, raised her head, and kissed her passionately. Jiang Li smiled sarcastically: "As a farmer, what good life can you give me?" But she forgot that I bought her the Chanel skirt and Hermès bag. Frustrated, I broke up with her. Whoever likes to be a licker should be treated as such, but I wasn't the one to do it anyway. Later, I worked diligently to grow vegetables and plant crops on the moon, but the media revealed my true identity as the son of the richest man. Zhang Zeyan's father groveled and knelt down, begging me to cooperate with him. Jiang Li's eyes were red and swollen, and she pulled my sleeve and said she regretted it.