Summary
On the day Zhang Xingjian, the ruler of the Eastern District, got engaged to the heiress of a powerful family, he dealt with a group of women vying for his attention.
Some wanted money, some wanted power.
There were even those who wished for a share of Zhang Xingjian’s love.
When it was my turn, he sat behind his desk and asked me, “Lin Yu, what do you want?”
I thought for a moment, and rather plainly, I asked him for four apartments and three luxury cars.
I had stayed by his side for seven years.
Counting the years, one request for each year-it seemed fair enough.
Now, I no longer wish to utter those polite words like “I don’t want money, I want you.”