Poor Girl Helped a Mafia Boss With a Broken Car — The Next Day, Four Black SUVs Found Her
That night, the rain poured down.
Mai pulled up the collar of her worn-out coat, clutching the discounted grocery bag she’d bought after a twelve-hour shift at the convenience store. The riverside road was almost deserted. The city in the distance was still brightly lit, but here, there was only the sound of rain and wind.
Then she saw the car.
A luxurious black sedan was parked on the side of the road, its hood open. Thin white smoke rose in the downpour.
Beside the car sat a man.
He was wearing an expensive suit, but that perfect appearance was ruined by the rain. His hair was soaking wet, his cold face clearly showing his frustration. He kept tapping on his switched-off phone.
Mai was about to walk on.
She still had to worry about her mother’s hospital bills, the rent at the end of the month, and dozens of other bills. A stranger’s troubles weren’t on her priority list.
But then she saw his eyes.
Not the gaze of a wealthy man.
But the gaze of someone utterly alone.
“Need help?” Mai asked.
The man looked up.
He scrutinized her from head to toe, as if he couldn’t understand why a girl soaking wet would care about him.
“Do you know how to fix a car?”
“A little.”
Mai put down her bag.
Ten minutes later, she discovered the battery connector was loose.
“That’s all there is to it.”
The man looked at her as if he’d seen a miracle.
When the engine started again, he breathed a sigh of relief.
“How much will I pay you?”
Mai laughed.
“You charge for helping others?”
The man fell silent.
That statement stunned him.
Because in his world, everything had a price.
Loyalty had a price.
Silence has a price.
Even feelings often come with conditions.
But the girl in front of him was different.
She turned her back and walked away before he could say anything more.
The man stood in the rain for a long time.
He didn’t know why.
But for the first time in years, he couldn’t forget a stranger.
His name was Khanh.
The chairman of the city’s largest real estate corporation.
The man the press called “the steel king.”
The man his business rivals both respected and feared.
The next morning, Khanh appeared at the convenience store where Mai worked.
Not alone.
But with a team of assistants and bodyguards.
The entire store immediately fell silent.
Mai was stocking shelves when she saw him.
“Do you need to bring a whole army to buy a bottle of water?” she asked.
A bodyguard almost choked.
Khanh chuckled.
For the first time in months.
“I came to say thank you.”
“I thought you already said thank you last night.”
“Not enough.”
Mai shook her head.
“You’re so strange.”
“Maybe.”
From that day on, he started showing up more often.
Not with extravagant gifts.
But with short conversations.
He helped her mother move hospitals when needed.
But only after asking her opinion.
He repaired the leaky roof.
But paid under the guise of a neighborhood support fund so she wouldn’t feel indebted.
He learned to respect her independence.
And Mai gradually realized that behind that cold exterior was a man who was all too familiar with fighting alone.
A year later, the old convenience store was upgraded into a small mini-supermarket where Mai became a shareholder.
Life was still busy.
But there was no more despair.
One rainy evening.
Khanh took Mai back to the same road as before.
The old car had been refurbished and was gleaming.
The rain was still falling lightly.
He took a small wrench from the trunk.
“Do you recognize it?”
Mai’s eyes widened.
“That’s my wrench!”
“I left it in the car.”
“And you kept it for a whole year?”
Khanh nodded.
“Because that day you didn’t just fix the car.”
“So what else did you fix?”
He looked at her for a long time.
“You fixed my whole life.”
Mai laughed.
Tears unexpectedly fell again.
In the pouring rain, Khanh knelt down.
There were no stage lights.
No media.
No flowery words.
Just two people standing on the road where they first met.
“I don’t promise to be perfect,”
Khanh said.
“But I promise to always respect you, listen to you, and be by your side.”
Mai smiled.
“That’s enough.”
The rain continued to fall.
But this time, no one felt lonely anymore.
