One day, a girl passed by the matchmaking corner in the park.

A row of uncles and aunts held up signs, filled with all kinds of criteria:
Education, income, house and car, personality... flashy and colorful.
She passed by a well-dressed auntie, who had a photo of a guy pasted on her sign—sunny, handsome.
Next to it read:
“Harvard graduate, overseas returnee, senior executive at a big company, annual salary of a million dollars, can cook, can care for others.”
She was captivated.
She added him on WeChat, and they started chatting that very night.
The more they talked, the more they clicked, as if it was destiny.
The next day, they went on a date.
The guy chose a scenic Western restaurant, gentlemanly and considerate, with extraordinary conversation.
He talked endlessly—about insights, the future, ideals—like a peacock spreading its feathers.
At that moment, she felt she had met the right person.
Not long after, they confirmed their relationship.
A month later, the guy said:
He and his Harvard classmate wanted to start a business, but needed 5 million USD in startup capital, hoping she could “join the future” with him.
She almost hesitated.
“Supporting you is supporting our future.”
The money was transferred.
The guy flew to the United States.
Later, she found out—
The so-called “startup” was to help him manage the finances for another girl he met at school.
One month, two months, three months...
Eight months passed.
He didn’t come back, and there was no news about the money either.
She started to panic.
Did those 5 million USD just disappear?
The guy said:
“Wait a little longer, next month I’ll give you the principal plus interest.”
So, what do you think—
Will this guy fulfill his promise?