Falling Love in Summer

Before I was eighteen, I thought I was a winner in life. The market value of the family business is tens of billions, and the fiancé is the heir to a wealthy family who was his childhood sweetheart. Until his father died in a car accident, the 80 million yuan disappeared from his account, and the divorce letter from his fiancé's family hit him in the face at the same time. Mother held a piece of gastric cancer diagnosis certificate and smiled bitterly: "Your father gave us time in exchange for his life." That day I tore up the poverty subsidy application form thrown by my aunt and walked into the club where day and night were reversed. Accompanying others with drinks, making jokes, and learning to bow their heads and say "Thank you for your cultivation" to your enemies. Three years later, I stood on the acquisition ceremony stage holding red wine and looked at my pale fiancé in the audience: "I forgot to mention that the newest controlling shareholder of your company is me."