That day on the overpass, I saved a woman who wanted to commit suicide.
She drives a sports car, lives in a villa, and has just been cheated on by her rich second-generation boyfriend.
She didn't thank me, slapped me in the face, called me stupid, and took me back to her house.
Forcing me to pretend to be her new boyfriend and show off my affection in front of that scumbag.
Everyone laughed at her for being crazy and looking for a food delivery guy to make people sick.
The scumbag kicked open the door with two bodyguards and said he would break my legs.
I picked up the ashtrays and knocked them down in five seconds.
The way that crazy woman looked at me changed.
I don't know if that counts as luck.
All I know is that a person who is willing to sacrifice anything has nothing to fear.
From that day on, I, a food delivery guy, was involved in the grudges of wealthy families, and my life of cheating was kicked out of me.
