Chapter 1 — Crossing the River to Find a Beggar Kiss

After eating, I went everywhere looking for staff to pay, but unexpectedly I was mistakenly called a waiter by several tables. I lowered my head to look at my new outfit - white embroidered shirt and black mermaid skirt. Laughed helplessly, shook his head and replied that it was not. Everyone immediately changed their tone and called me "mistress". I blushed, became even more embarrassed, and quickly waved my hand to deny. At that moment, the boss returned from outside, smoking a cigarette, coldly glanced at me, and smiled faintly and meaningfully. “Stop it, I don't deserve it.” The guests burst out laughing, thinking he was joking: "The boss is both cool and handsome, and the younger sister is as beautiful as a fairy. She is truly a talented and beautiful girl." Only I unconsciously took a step back, falling into confusion. The boss is actually him!? Giang Do, my ex-lover. That year, he had a high fever and red eyes begged me not to break up. What did I say? Ah, it seems like... "From now on, you'll be just a lowly chef, how can you be worthy of me?" 01 Unexpectedly, this hot pot restaurant chain belongs to him. I heard that this brand has opened dozens of branches nationwide, every store is crowded with customers, his assets are estimated to be over tens of millions. I laughed to myself, that statement is true. Yesterday you didn't pay any attention to me; Tomorrow, you and I won't come. In front of the cashier counter, a girl just walked out of the back kitchen. "Sister, the store has just opened. If you share your introduction with your friends, you can participate in the lucky draw, with a maximum discount of forty percent." Every month I have to pay the mortgage to buy a house, and recently the dance studio was renovated, which cost a lot of money. I held the phone tightly, just about to nod. Giang Do lifted his eyelids and said indifferently: "Don't use that lowly lottery draw to delay the rich lady's precious time." The girl glared at Giang Do, not politely: "Giang Do, if you don't know how to talk, can you shut your mouth?" I suppressed the bitterness in my heart, pursed my lips and pressed a few buttons on my phone, holding up the screen for the girl to see. “Is this enough to draw lots?” In Giang Do's eyes flashed a trace of surprise that was difficult to detect. Previously, I used all my free time in college to work part-time, earn tuition fees, and living expenses. After graduating, the rent increased and I couldn't pay. The landlord kicked me out in the middle of the night and my luggage was thrown out. When I'm sick, I don't dare to go to the hospital, because I'm afraid the number on the bill is something I can't afford. I only dare to drink a lot of water, buy some simple medicine and try to get through it. When I first started my business and opened a gym, I didn't have a penny left in my pocket. My three meals a day were just noodles boiled in water. I didn't even dare to eat instant noodles. For me - someone who has been through all those things - how can dignity be as important as money? The girl smiled brightly, her eyes curved and endeared, making people feel very comfortable, exactly the type of girl Giang Do would like. “Okay, put your hand in this box and draw lots!” Opening the piece of paper she drew, the girl exclaimed: "It's the first prize, forty percent, that's great!" I also smiled, my eyes curved, the unexpected joy made me feel happy. “Beautiful sister, I'll give it to you for free, but you have to let me be your WeChat friend.” I was a bit stunned, don't understand. "Your dance studio is right across the street, thirty meters away, isn't it? I've seen you dancing through the glass several times. It's so beautiful, like a fairy! "Oh my god, you're so beautiful, give me a hug~" I've never been able to stand this kind of sweet coddling: "Okay, but it's not free, you get a lot of discount." The girl's WeChat name is very cute: "Tieu Do Tieu Do, luck has come." It turns out her name is Do Thanh. 02 After paying and walking out the door, a girl's voice was heard laughing and scolding Giang Do from behind. I stopped, unconsciously wanted to turn around and look, but in the end I didn't dare. I'm afraid, afraid that my eyes will turn red just for a moment. I'm afraid I'll fantasize again, dreaming that if that hadn't happened in the past, the girl behind him now could be me. Even if it's just two people struggling to live in a small restaurant, it will still be warm and happy. Actually, today is my birthday, I bought new clothes, ate hot pot, and treated myself a little as a birthday celebration. The first time I had a birthday was when I was twenty years old, organized by Giang Do. That sweet birthday cake, he asked his senior who studied pastry to teach him, studying day and night to make it perfect. He taught me, even when I'm alone, to take my birthday seriously, because I have to love myself. He also said that every year from now on he would make his own birthday cake for me. After going to college, my mother no longer paid tuition or living expenses, so I had to work part-time to make a living. I work many things at once, have to run wherever I go, and am the most hard-working girl in the university area. Giang Do, both of her parents died, still has to raise her younger sister who is in high school, and is even more short of money. Every day, in addition to working part-time, he is on the way to work part-time, being known as the most hard-working guy in the university area. Coincidentally, many of our part-time jobs overlapped, we gradually came into contact and became acquainted, we both had good feelings, and then without realizing it, we became a couple. Although that time was busy and hard, it was a rare memory in my life that when I remember it, I still feel sweet in my heart. “That beauty queen in the dance department, with a cold face all day long, is in love with a guy who is a bad student in middle school!?” “Are you kidding? Is that guy a young master hiding his profession?” “Oh my god, no, I heard he's an orphan, and has a younger brother to take care of.” “With that face, who can you find? I don't understand why you would fall in love with a guy in middle school?" “Exactly right, Ms. Ly! Maybe her great-grandmother is Vuong Bao Xuyen, ha ha ha..." I've heard words like that a lot, but at that time I didn't care. Because I naively believed that as long as we didn't pay attention, we could fight all opposition from outside together.