One Yuan First Recharge: I'm Actually the Boss Behind a Fortune 500 Company

Su Qing looked at him, hesitant to speak.

She opened her mouth as if to say something, but ultimately swallowed it back.

"Well... you should handle it yourself." That was all she said at the end.

"Mm." Wang Hao nodded.

The two fell silent for a moment.

Su Qing turned and walked towards the elevator, and Wang Hao followed her.

The elevator happened to be on the first floor, and the two of them went inside.

There were only the two of them in the small space.

The atmosphere was somewhat awkward.

Wang Hao pressed the button for the 15th floor, and Su Qing pressed the button for the 18th floor.

The elevator doors slowly closed.

"Wang Hao," Su Qing suddenly spoke.

"Um?"

"You..." She looked at him, her eyes filled with complex emotions, "You've really changed a lot."

"People always change," Wang Hao said.

"Yes," Su Qing said softly, "People always change."

She didn't say anything more, just watched the elevator numbers jump up one floor at a time.

The complex emotions in my heart grew stronger and stronger.

She looked at Wang Hao in front of her—new hairstyle, new clothes, and he looked radiant.

And that BMW 330.

All of this was different from the Wang Hao she remembered.

The Wang Hao I remember is the boy who wore a faded T-shirt, squeezed onto the bus to see her, and walked a long way to save a few yuan.

He was that young man who was filled with uncertainty about the future, kept changing jobs, and was always struggling.

It's that person... someone she once loved deeply, but ultimately chose to leave.

But now, he has changed.

I became more composed, more confident, and... it's as if I've truly found my own path.

Su Qing felt a little uneasy.

It wasn't jealousy, nor regret.

Rather, it is a complex, indescribable emotion.

She firmly believed that her initial choice was right—Wang Hao couldn't give her the life she wanted, the refined, stable, and upwardly mobile life.

So she left to pursue what she wanted.

Over the years, she has indeed lived a good life—a stable job, a decent income, a nice apartment, and well-dressed clothes, leading a "white-collar" life that many people envy.

But deep down, she always felt uneasy.

That unease that "no matter how I dress up, I can't wash away the awkwardness in those little places on my body."

That kind of anxiety that "no matter how hard I try, it seems like I can never reach the life I really want."

And now, seeing the changes in Wang Hao...

The unease in her heart seemed to become even more pronounced.

"bite--"

We've reached the 15rd floor.

The elevator doors opened.

Wang Hao stepped out of the elevator, glanced back, and said, "I'm leaving now!"

Su Qing stood in the elevator and nodded to him.

Then, the door closed.

"..."

Su Qing stood alone in the elevator, somewhat lost in thought.

She didn't come to her senses until the elevator doors opened on the 18th floor.

Back in the apartment, I tossed my bag onto the sofa.

She walked to the window and looked at the wet city night view outside.

But the image from just now kept flashing through my mind—Wang Hao standing next to the new car, the expression on his face as he spoke, the certainty in his eyes…

"He has really changed," she said softly.

But then she shook her head.

"So what if it's changed?"

"I left not because he wasn't trying hard enough, but because I couldn't see a future for him."

"Now that he's bought a car, will that change anything?"

"Impossible."

She walked to the sofa, sat down, picked up her phone, and unconsciously started scrolling through it.

The complex emotions in my heart were impossible to suppress.

She remembered Wang Hao from high school—the boy who would interrupt her in class and make her laugh.

I remember Wang Hao from college—the boy who would take the bus to see her every week, and the two of them would eat at roadside stalls together.

I think of Wang Hao when he first graduated—a young man full of expectations for the future, yet constantly hitting a wall.

I remember Wang Hao when we broke up—that man with dim eyes who couldn't speak.

Su Qing closed her eyes.

She knew she still had feelings for Wang Hao—how could she not?

That was her first love, the most beautiful memory of her youth, and the person she once thought she would spend her life with.

But she also knew that feelings couldn't put food on the table.

The life she wanted was something Wang Hao couldn't give her.

At least, we couldn't give it to them back then.

As for now...

She opened her eyes and looked at the night outside the window.

"Never mind," she said softly. "Let's leave it at that."

"He's doing well, I'm doing well, we don't bother each other, it's good."

She stood up and went into the bathroom.

Hot water was poured down, trying to wash away the chaotic thoughts in my mind.

On the other side...

15th floor, 1506.

Wang Hao returned to his apartment, took a quick shower, changed into his pajamas, and then lay down on the bed.

I took out my phone, intending to check it for a while, when suddenly the phone rang.

Caller ID: Xiaoya.

His cousin.

Wang Hao paused for a moment, then answered, "Hello, Xiaoya?"

"Brother!" came the clear voice of her cousin, Wang Xiaoya, from the other end of the phone. "I heard you bought a car?"

Wang Hao was somewhat surprised: "How did you know?"

"That's what Sister Su Qing just told me," Xiao Ya said matter-of-factly.

Wang Hao was even more surprised: "Su Qing... told you?"

"Yes, we were just chatting on WeChat," Xiaoya said. "She said she saw you driving a new BMW in the parking lot..."

Wang Hao then realized what was happening.

Yes, Xiaoya is only one year younger than him; they were in the same grade when they went to school.

Back then, he was dating Su Qing, and Xiao Ya played a lot of "helping hands" with him, so Su Qing and his cousin always had a good relationship.

After the breakup, Su Qing lost contact with him, but maintained occasional contact with Xiao Ya.

That's understandable.

"Yes, I bought a car," Wang Hao said. "What's wrong?"

"What? What happened?!" Xiaoya's voice was filled with excitement. "A BMW, bro! When did you become so rich?"

"I bought it with a loan," Wang Hao told the truth.

"That's still pretty impressive!" Xiaoya said. "Brother, you're doing really well now! You've even bought a car!"

"It's alright," Wang Hao smiled. "How are you doing? How are the wedding preparations going?"

"Oh, don't even mention it, I'm so busy!" Xiaoya began to complain:

"Wedding planning, wedding dress, invitations... so much to do! Bro, when are you coming back? Come back and help me soon!"

"We're leaving on the evening of the 18th of the twelfth lunar month, not many days left," Wang Hao said. "Isn't that early enough?"

"That's enough!" Xiaoya said happily. "It's a promise then, come back early to help me!"

"understood."

After chatting for a few more minutes, Xiaoya heard someone calling her, so she quickly hung up the phone.

Wang Hao put down his phone and lay back down on the bed.

Outside the window, the rain is still falling.

He closed his eyes, but the image of Su Qing looking at him in the parking lot flashed through his mind.

That complex, indescribable look in his eyes.

"Never mind," he murmured to himself, "I don't want to think about it anymore."

This year will be a good one.

He, and those he cares about, will all be fine.

As for the rest...

Let's talk about it after the New Year.