I may not be the unluckiest person in the world, but I'm not a lucky person at all.

After I was born, my parents left me at the door of the orphanage, and I was taught to be a good child in the orphanage since I was a child, so I was seriously well-behaved for more than ten years, and when I reached the age of 18, no one could take a fancy to me, and took me home to be an adopted daughter.

According to the rules, if you are an adult, you should leave the orphanage and go out to be independent. However, I really didn't have much to go to, so I negotiated with the director that the food and accommodation fees would be lower for me, so I would be a sleeper in the orphanage, and I would help with the younger children's lessons every weekend, and I would also take care of the cleaning.

The dean was a kind old man, so he naturally agreed to me. I've solved the problem of housing for the time being, but then it's even more unlikely that I will save enough money for college.

Just when I was at a loss, a few rich people suddenly came to the high school, saying that they wanted to sponsor poor students.

A poor student like me was still squeezed out of the box to be included in the list for the sponsored interview.

In the first round of interviews, I met a young woman. He looks a few years older than me, and he looks very capable in a decent formal suit.

She asked me a few questions as she looked through my profile, and I always had to say something about my ambitions and ideals. In this way, I was able to pass the first round without any problems.

In the second round of interviews, the questions and records were two men sitting at the table, but in my opinion, they had little decision-making power, and the one who could really make a decision should be the one sitting in the big leather chair with his back to us.

"You know, there are many students like you who are in difficult conditions, and we have a limited number of places to sponsor this time. The person who had been in charge of asking the question finally smiled and threw out such a sentence.

I had to go to college.

So I stood up, walked past the two men, and walked directly to the man in the leather chair.

This man......

After a moment of stunning, the man raised his eyes to meet my gaze.

"Ahem. I didn't come here to be a nymphomaniac to a beautiful man with peach blossom eyes, to clear my throat, I put on a serious expression: "You take the funding for me as an investment, and when I graduate, I will repay you with interest within a year." ”

"Investment?" the corner of the man's lips curled, "Is it such a small investment?"

My face was hot, and I became anxious: "I know that I am too unaware to say this, I just don't like to owe favors." If you help me, I will pay you back. ”

The man muttered for a few seconds and nodded his head at me, "You go down first." ”

Go down?

Usually one person will say to the other, "You go down first"?

After waiting for almost half a month, I signed a contract with several other students in the principal's office.

The contract didn't say anything about the need to pay back, but it just asked for more responsibility and hard work during college.

Is there really such a good thing in the world that has befallen me?

After almost twenty years of bad luck, I suddenly found it hard to believe that I was so lucky.

After that, the person who funded me never showed up again.

On the day I got the admission letter and got the admission letter, I had an extra amount of money in my bank card.

After successfully enrolling, on the 10th of every month, a sum of money will be credited to my bank card.

Since the second semester of my freshman year, I have continued to go out to work in addition to my studies, or as a tutor for junior high and high school students, and I have constantly made money in my account, and I can save enough for my tuition and living expenses later by removing the part that I send to the director of the orphanage as a monthly repayment.

Since I no longer need funding, of course I have to inform the people who are sponsoring me, but according to the phone call from the other party written in the previous contract, I am always told that they have reported my situation to their superiors, and they have not received any feedback for the time being.

It was like this until my senior year, and the money in my bank card was getting more and more, and I was never able to get it back.

When I finally graduated, I was able to get a position at the company where I had interned in my senior year. As I changed from an intern to a full-time employee, my income became stable, and I no longer had to do sporadic make-up classes and part-time jobs.

The only thing that makes my heart fall is that the funder who funded it for four years during college has not yet appeared.

After a few more phone calls, the other party seemed to think that the students they sponsored had graduated, and the matter was not over, and something was wrong, so they finally made an appointment with me and asked me to go to an address to find them.

On the appointed weekend, I searched for the address and found a villa on a mountainside on the outskirts of the city.

Following the tall man who looked like a butler, I was dumbfounded all the way from the courtyard of the villa to the building.

After many years, I finally saw that rich and beautiful man again.

This time he was no longer in a slim black suit, but in a white brocade robe (long skirt?) that was almost to the ground, and over it was draped over an ankle-length white fur cloak that was pulled from an unknown animal.

Is this a young master who plays a dignitary?

The man walked upstairs to the wooden sofa in the middle of the huge living room and sat down, leaned slightly on the armrest of the sofa, smiled at me, "Don't stand stupidly, come and sit." ”

Swallowing, I walked over to him and sat down with some squirming. The tall man, who seemed to be a butler, immediately brought the tea out of nowhere, poured it for the two of us, and then retreated somewhere.

"I just got the new tea yesterday, try it. The man reached out and pushed the teacup on the large coffee table in front of me again.

The arms are long, and the fingers are also long.

Taking a sip of tea, I can't drink it well, I only know that after swallowing it, my lips and teeth will be fragrant.

"What about this tea?" the man's voice was low and soft, not a little aggressive, but it made me more and more nervous.

"I don't know much about tea, but I think it's delicious. "My left hand on my knee twisted the fingers of my right hand, and I didn't dare to look down at him.

"If you think it's delicious, drink more. ”

"Thank you......"

The two of them were silent, and I felt that the air was about to freeze, but I still looked relaxed when I glanced at him.

"That. I finally remembered the purpose of this visit, "I have graduated, and I have saved enough money to give you all the money you have received in the past four years...... Hmmm – thank you, I probably wouldn't really have been able to afford college without you, me. ”

"Is it just that I can't afford to go to college?" the man asked softly, not as if he meant to make it difficult for me.

"And, of course...... My life, my future, could be different...... I don't want to imagine it......"

The man poured me another cup of tea, and when I got closer, there seemed to be a floral scent on him, which was very familiar, but I couldn't immediately name the flower.

"Frost. The man suddenly leaned into my ear and spoke.

I almost squirted out of my mouth with a sip of tea, barely swallowed it, and choked in my throat and coughed in pain.

The man patted me on the back to smooth my breath, and when I coughed like this, I always felt like I had come back to my senses from some ecstasy spell.

"You, did you call me?" I pushed away his hand on my back and sat away from him.

"Hmm. The man still laughed.

My name is Yue Ningshuang, and this name was also given by the old director of the orphanage of literature and art. But even in the familiar orphanage, everyone called me Frost affectionately at best, and no one ever folded the third word in my name to call me. I only have a two-sided fate with this man, and I always need to digest it when he suddenly calls me so affectionately.

"Okay, well, what shall I call you?"