share time: 2025-12-06 06:01:17
I'm an invisible administrative assistant in an office building. On a rainy night when I worked overtime until midnight, I ran into him squatting by the convenience store trash can, rummaging for leftover food to eat—his face was straight out of an idol drama, but he was wrapped in a tattered coat, his red, cold hands still digging through takeout boxes for scraps. On impulse, I stuffed hot milk tea into his hands and even dragged him back to my rental apartment. But when he washed the mud off his face, his phone pinged: "Young Master Fu, the old man has frozen all your cards..." It turns out the boy I "kidnapped" is a wealthy heir who ran away to escape an arranged marriage? And he stared at the tomato and egg noodles I cooked, suddenly saying: "Compared to inheriting the family fortune, I'd rather stay here and be your 'trash-eating partner'?"
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