From Street Stall to Billionaire’s Bride

When my childhood sweetheart was fast-tracked into Peking University, I ended up at a mediocre second-tier college.

To be worthy of him, I pushed myself to the limit, trying to get into Peking University for my master’s degree.

The year I failed the entrance exams, we broke up.

I blocked him on everything.

He went to the United States for further studies, while I started selling starch sausages on the street.

Later, one of his friends ran into me. He looked at me with utter disbelief.

“What are you doing here? Wen Jing has been going out of his mind looking for you.”

I didn’t even look up.

“Starting a business. Want to invest?

“Three yuan for one, five yuan for two.”