After graduating from college, I moved into a shared rental with my rich second-generation boyfriend and started a business from scratch.
I was the one building the company. He was the one suffering through it with me.
Every day, I came home exhausted to our small apartment.
And every time, he would have a fragrant, steaming meal ready for me.
Life was hard, but we both felt happy.
Until one day, I saw the barrage comments:
[Oh my god, the male lead is still here suffering through this startup with his ex-girlfriend. When is the female lead finally going to show up?]
[The male lead is still too young. His parents already paved a golden road for him, but he refuses to take it and insists on staying in a rental eating instant noodles with his ex.]
[It’s fine. Once the ex-girlfriend’s startup fails and she starts drinking and getting violent, and later even cheats on him right in front of him, he’ll obediently go back and inherit the family business.]
[But honestly, summer, a rental apartment, bare skin, heads down and working hard… the sexual tension between these two is insane.]
