My 26-Year-Old Deep Love: Became a Top Celebrity After Being Dumped

On a rainy night, my girlfriend of three years got into the Maybach without looking back. I squatted on the roadside, crying like a dog with nothing. Everyone was laughing at me until she showed up - my new landlord, Su Man, the female president who returned from overseas. She said: "It's not worth crying for that kind of woman. Your tears should be converted into money." From then on, she pushed me onto the live broadcast camera, opened my wounds with her own hands, and put a clear price tag on my embarrassment, debt, and past. My ex-girlfriend used her trumpet to mock me for being miserable in the live broadcast room: "Why are you pretending to be pitiful?" In front of an audience of 400,000 people, I showed the evidence to shut her up completely. My brother who once looked down on me secretly stabbed me, and my love rival who drove the Maybach wanted to block me. But Su Man just calmly pressed the back of my hand with the new flame tattoo: "Does it hurt? Remember it. Then, let them watch how you win." From the ruins on a rainy night to the top, the only thing I didn't expect was that this cooperation started with profit, but in the end it was a matter of sincerity.