Love After — A Proposition of Compensation

Secretary Zhong Is this a slum? Smaller than my bathroom. Evil capitalist.

Small as it is, this place I rented with my own hard work. Better than groveling in a rich family. President Ning,

didn't you want to wash up? President Jin, go ahead. President Jin,

here's a towel. How can anyone live in this? I've lived here for two years. Sorry, sorry!

I wasn't looking. I'll wipe it clean now. Secretary Zhou, having fun?

President Jin, I'm not teasing you. I'm not. Teasing you.

Then why haven't you let go? President Jin, I really didn't mean to. You have to trust me.

Secretary Zhong, I suspect you're messing with me. I... I'm not.

I'm not teasing you. Open your eyes, look at me. Secretary Zhong,

you really are special. No wonder I fell for you. About before, isn't there something you want to say?

Like being my love. Or, my wife. Empty promises.

Men can't be relied on. Pigs climb trees first. President Jin, Since it's compensation,

why not just write me a check? I lost so much pay for meds and leave. Secretary Zhou, What about ambition?

My ambition is making money. Clueless. Work for me, and you won't want for cash.

Subtitle volunteer: Yang Qianqian