Actually, the past that Lin Xueyi kept so secret was not as complicated as Yang Fei had thought.
Three years ago, Lin Xueyi took over Lanting Hotel.
On a night of fierce wind and heavy rain, she saved a young man whose leg had been broken in a car accident and who had fallen into a coma.
The young man was dressed impressively, clearly someone of considerable status at first glance.
However, Lin Xueyi did not think too much about it.
She was a kind-hearted woman; even an injured cat or dog would not be ignored by her, let alone a young man.
After being treated and bandaged at the hospital, the young man recovered quickly.
Half a month later, the young man had regained his health.
And during that time, Lin Xueyi was the one who took care of him.
He said he had nowhere to go, so he stayed at the hotel and became an odd-job man.
Firstly, to earn wages to repay Lin Xueyi for her medical expenses, and secondly, to have a place to stay.