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Cheng Qingzhou didn't expect that one day he would be kicked out of his own home.

- "You pervert, don't ever come back again!"

- "I am not your son!"

Because his preference for boys was discovered, his father, in a fit of rage, threw him out of the house. It was a blizzardy day, and the entire city was covered in a blanket of pure white snow. The news on TV reported that this was a rare snowstorm that only occurred once every ten years. The ground was frozen, and as far as the eye could see, there were hardly any people around. Everyone was trying to minimize going outside in this kind of weather.

Cheng Qingzhou didn't even have time to grab his luggage before he was kicked out. All he had on him was a cellphone and a wallet. The wind cut through him like a knife. His lips trembled from the cold. After much difficulty, he found a 24-hour convenience store and immediately went inside to warm up. He called Song Quan and asked if he could stay at his place for a few days. Song Quan was his closest friend, the only one who knew about his sexual orientation and didn't distance himself from him because of it. But this time, Song Quan couldn't help either. He had gone to Hawaii on vacation with his family and wasn't home.

If he couldn't find a friend's house to stay at, he could only go to a hotel. But he only had around one hundred yuan in his wallet, and he had no idea how long it would last. He sat on a long stool in a 24-hour convenience store, which also served instant noodles, worrying as he rested his chin on his hand, staring out of the floor-to-ceiling window at the snowy scene outside.

After a long period of distress, he finally reached a conclusion: no matter what, the urgent priority was to make money.

But how can I make money?

Cheng Qingzhou is currently just an eighteen-year-old senior in high school, weak and incapable of shouldering any responsibilities. He also lacks any practical skills for making a living. The twelve years of compulsory education have only taught him a few characters, and he always ranks last in exams.

If asked what else is commendable about him, it would be his good looks.

He is someone who is usually lazy, likes playing games, often stays up late reading novels, and is physically and mentally fatigued. However, before coming out of the closet, he was popular among people. There is no other reason for this, as he has a handsome and adorable face. With a height of 1.78 meters, he carries a flower-like handsome face, which is enough to attract a large number of fanatics in any high school campus.

He had a thought: why not become a celebrity himself?

Stars aren't something you can become just by wanting to be. Where would you go to become one?

Cheng Qingzhou anxiously rubbed his face, devoid of the sadness and anger of being driven out by his family, only harboring worries about future hunger.

Just then, the phone rang again. It was Song Quan. Cheng Qingzhou answered the call and said, "Hey, what's up? If you're calling to show off how much fun you're having in Hawaii, just wait until you come back. I'll show you how ruthless I can be."

Song Quan let out a long hum on the other end of the phone and said, "Damn it! I've worked hard to help you find a new job, you know? Instead of enjoying the blue sky, white clouds, beach and bikini beauties, I've been making phone calls for you one by one. You better take a taxi to Zhongtian Fund and stay at my brother's place for a few days. We'll talk more when I get back."

"Ah?" Cheng Qingzhou's eyes widened, his joy overflowing, "Damn! Xiao Quanzi, you're such a good friend!"

Thirty minutes later, Cheng Qingzhou crouched trembling beneath the entrance of the Zhongtian Fund Building, seeking shelter from the wind and snow. He hugged his body, and his handsome little face was flushed by the piercing wind.

He furrowed his brows and murmured in a low voice, "Damn son of a bitch, Song Quan!"

At this moment, Song Quan's phone also rang. Before Cheng Qingzhou could say anything, Song Quan immediately expressed his dissatisfaction, "Cheng Qingzhou, are you stupid? How could you directly tell my brother that you were kicked out of your house? How would my brother dare to bring you back to live with us! You blockhead!"

Cheng Qingzhou's temper was completely ruined by Song Quan's scolding.

It seems like what Song Quan scolded... makes quite a bit of sense.

He rubbed his face and said, "Forget it, I'll go find a hotel to stay for today."

"Do you have enough money on you? If not, shall I transfer some to you?"

"Not enough, let me try." Cheng Qingzhou immediately climbed up the pole, chuckling.

Song Quan lightly scolded with a remark, "Truly despicable."

Five minutes later, Cheng Qingzhou glanced at the two hundred yuan that Song Quan had handed over and heaved a sigh of relief. With this two hundred yuan, plus the more than one hundred yuan in his wallet, he could survive for five or six days if he didn't go to a fancy hotel and instead stayed at a guesthouse or a youth hostel.

He had to find a job within these five or six days, preferably one that paid daily, in order to survive.

At this moment, a group of people suddenly walked out from the entrance of Zhongtian Fund. Cheng Qingzhou squatted down and turned his head to take a look. He saw several men in black suits walking out. The one at the front was around 1.8 meters tall, with sharp and handsome features, not quick to speak or smile, cold like the weather outside. He happened to be dressed in a black suit with a dark blue tie, broad shoulders, slender waist, long legs, and a commanding aura that made the other men behind him look like lackeys. Perhaps they were indeed lackeys.

Because this man is too handsome, and it's a kind of masculine and noble type of handsome, Cheng Qingzhou couldn't help but take a few more glances. He silently thought to himself, if only he could find a boyfriend as handsome as this in the future, it wouldn't be in vain for him to be kicked out of his house by his father for coming out. Just at this moment, the man suddenly stopped in his tracks, and a pair of black leather shoes happened to pause in the center of his line of sight. This made Cheng Qingzhou daze for a moment, then he lifted his head.

Coincidentally, at this moment, due to standing in the cold wind for a long time, a stream of snot flowed out of his nose.

"When did the company entrance start allowing beggars to squat as well?" The man furrowed his brow, his gaze lingering on him with disdain. "Chase him away!"