A sickly child turned into a rich family's only son

A white-haired old man was sitting at the table writing something.

My name is Yin Chengxi.

A smart, self-disciplined, strong, brave and unlucky guy with a strong sense of self-esteem.

A beautiful H countryman.

Those of you who live in a socialist country may have never seen what real capital is, or what a powerful chaebol is.

I have never been a person who likes to aim high. When I was young, I chose to study medicine because doctor is a very respected profession in Country H.

But you may not be able to imagine how a young man with excellent academic performance could be transformed from a promising student to a male prostitute serving others simply because of his good looks.

The day I met Mr. Zhou, the weather was very cloudy. In the evening, I was dressed up as an ornament again and placed on a high platform in the center like a tool used to seduce people.

Surrounding them are the so-called "capital" that are even more superior.

In a gloomy mood, I saw the protagonist among them, a young man with handsome looks and calm temperament.

I wasn't that surprised, as I had already guessed that this young man's identity was not simple, but I didn't hold out any hope.

There were devils everywhere around me, and I was covered in filth that I couldn't wash off. I was just relying on my instinct for survival to barely hold on to death.

The people around me are very young. They are all hungry wolves, with eyes full of desire, all looking forward to making me dirtier, calling it their "reward".

What I have to do is to take off my limited clothes one by one in front of today’s winners.

Listening to the cheers of people around me, I looked numb. I looked up inadvertently and saw a pair of calm, calm eyes. If there was anything in those eyes, it might be a trace of pity.

In a rush of excitement, I relied on this little bit of pity and boldly stepped forward to beg him to save me. The man in front of me just smiled and easily agreed to my request.

He pulled me out of the misery, and I lied to him and said that it was the first time they caught me to receive customers. He just smiled at me gently, and his eyes seemed to know everything, yet knew nothing.

My heart had long been corrupted. I used sweet words to deceive him and told him that I would repay him when I succeeded in my studies and work like a slave for him.

He bent down and looked at me, his beautiful eyes were as tolerant as the sea. He told me to live my own life, and only gave me a receding back.

I thought I should run away and never deal with this group of capital again.

But I go to school during the day, and every night I have nightmares about me being raped and humiliated by different people...

Every time before I wake up, those steady eyes appear in my mind.

As if by some strange coincidence, I really found him again and came to a strange land to serve him.

Being by his side, my dreams gradually changed. The person who was entangled and folded and pressing on me seemed to have a pair of eyes as well.

I was on a business trip and the journey was tiring. On the way back, I fell into a nightmare again. Someone gently woke me up. When I opened my eyes again, I really saw those eyes.

After that, I always thought, if I had just asked him to accept me...if he had agreed, he wouldn't have abandoned me.

But I also know that he won't do that. If he were that kind of person, I wouldn't follow him.

During all these years that I stayed by his side, I don't know how many threats and inducements I received, and how many olive branches I received from other companies, but I never thought of leaving or betraying him.

In my life dictionary, the only thing I want is for him to be happy and to be happy.

I think he might be some kind of charming monster that makes people want to get close to him.

I feel at ease as long as I am with him.

Until I found out that he seemed to be in love with someone.

He was a very good person, but in my opinion, not good enough. It seemed that no one was worthy of standing by his side, including me. I was not worthy either.

But I can stand behind him.

Mr. Ji looked at me with eyes that seemed to be full of understanding and as if in a spring breeze. I looked back at him straight but couldn't smile.

Until one day he said to me, "Assistant, do you want to change your path?"

Every time he called me special assistant, the ending tone was stretched out a little bit, which was different from how he called me with other people, as if I was someone very close to him.

After he called me this time, he never called me special assistant again.

People started calling me Mr. Yin.

He sent me out to develop the market and be his pioneer. I never thought that I would be so strong when facing those people who used to treat me as a plaything and were arrogant.

The day I left, he came to see me off, and he smiled and called me, "Chengxi!"

Looking at his still tolerant eyes, I really want to confess to him that I am not worthy of being treated like this. I used to be a... male prostitute... Who would trust and respect a male prostitute so much!

But he seemed to know what I wanted to say.

He said before me: "You will have a bright future in the future, my confidant, my reliable right-hand man, my... friend"

“There will be a bright future.”

I don't know why, but I just knew intuitively that he knew it, he had always known it.

Thank him for maintaining the little dignity I have left for so many years.

I knew that the reason he wanted me to leave at this time was not because of Mr. Ji, nor was it because he suddenly discovered that I liked him and wanted to keep me away.

He is not a dull person. He would not fail to notice what Mr. Ji could have noticed after meeting me once.

That day, I met Mr. Ji for the first time. After noticing that Mr. Ji had a strange look in his eyes, I went to look in the mirror.

It turns out that I have been looking at him with such affectionate eyes...have I been looking at him for so many years?

This incident made me realize that some things are like a child who wants to hold his urine but can’t hold it back. (This sentence came from Yali’s assistant, who told me later. It turns out that they all knew it. It seems that my acting skills are really average)

So he insisted on sending me away at this time. It must be because he thought the time had come, and with my qualifications and abilities, it was time for me to embark on a better path.

I didn't argue. Since it was what he wanted me to do, I just did it.

His judgment was never wrong, and I became his famous "ferocious dog".

I am not angry at all. When someone calls me Mr. Zhou's loyal dog to my face, I always smile.

They may not know that this is almost a reward for me, because everyone has tacitly acknowledged that I am his, and I will not be shaken, will not be turned against, and am his only friend.

These words are so beautiful that they make me feel like I am soaking in a hot spring and all my pores open up.

Some people later discovered that I seemed to enjoy this seemingly humiliating remark. They began to secretly call me a pervert behind my back, but I didn't care.

I stood on a tall building, in front of Mr. Yin, who was a superior person, holding and shaking a wine glass, standing on a high place, looking into the distance to the east. I knew he was living a happy life.

How should I put it? When I think of his happy smile, even though this person has never belonged to me for a moment, it seems as if there is a thread that transmits the happiness in his heart to me.

My heart feels warm when I think of him being happy.

In my life, I will never accept anyone other than those pair of tolerant eyes to develop an intimate relationship with me.

But it doesn’t matter. Whenever I think of him, a hidden happiness will rise up in my heart. This little happiness is enough for me to savor for the rest of my life.

He won't abandon me, I can always be friends with him and keep watching him secretly.

In the next life, or the next, I dare not even ask for a chance to stand by his side.

Some people are born like the bright moon.

How can the moon love me?

I hope that after I die, I will be buried in a place where I can see him. I know Mr. Ji will agree.

He is a strong man, he might say, then bury it closer, we can play mahjong together later...