Because he was poor, Zhou Jinyan never mentioned marriage.

Until that day, I saw him casually open a bottle of wine-worth my entire year’s salary.

So it turns out, the life of luxury and extravagance was the real Zhou Jinyan.

His friend asked, “Aren’t you tired of pretending to be poor for five years? When are you going to stop?”

Zhou Jinyan lazily lifted his eyelids. “On the day of the engagement, I suppose.”

I didn’t break down. Not until the day he got engaged, when my plane flew across the ocean.

Later, I heard that on the day the Zhou Family’s young master got engaged,

he suddenly changed his mind halfway through and drove to an old, shabby rental apartment.

When he saw the place empty, he completely lost it.