>My best friend Xia Qing complained about me for the 108th time: "**Gu Yan**, the tricks you use to chase my second uncle are so stupid that you can enter a museum!"
>I calmly flipped through the "Wine Appreciation Guide": "This is called strategic detour."
>After all, who would have thought that I, wearing a white coat and making a beaker of coffee in the laboratory, would be struggling to conquer the iceberg of Fu Yushen.
>In order to cater to his preferences, I took wine tasting classes, practiced equestrian hard, and even changed my perfume to his preferred cedar cold tone.
>Until his Bai Yueguang **Su Manqing** returned to China, a photo of the three of them together became a hot search topic.
>"It's time for the stand-in to leave." I tore up the sommelier certificate I obtained for him and applied for an offer from a foreign laboratory.
>Three years later at the alumni meeting, when I returned to China as a new star in scientific research, Fu Yushen stood in the corridor with red eyes: "**Yan Yan**, you taught me how to be passionate."
>I shook the champagne glass and chuckled: "Mr. Fu, I have changed my research direction."
>Later, his company hired me for tens of thousands of endorsements, just because I sang a French song I learned for him three years ago.
>The headlines exploded the next day: #Gu Yan stayed overnight at President Fu's private residence#
>The reporter asked about the wedding date, and Fu Yu deeply clasped my fingers:
>"The year she got lost in the snow, I should have picked her up and brought her home."
