On the day she was reborn at eighteen, Lin Xiangwan tore up the script of the sweet, well-bred socialite.
Dressed in a studded leather jacket, she rode a heavy motorcycle and flipped off her fiancé in front of everyone.
Then she turned and hugged the poorest genius boy in school. “Let me introduce you. This is my boyfriend.”
Jiang Si lived in a walk-up apartment on the sixth floor, with empty instant-noodle cups piled beside his computer.
Everyone laughed at Lin Xiangwan for going crazy and giving up a fortune to choose a poor boy.
Until one day
Jiang Si's AI company was valued at over ten billion, and he held her hand and kissed it gently. “Pi is an irrational number that goes on forever without repeating, just like my love for you. It has no end.”
And those who once mocked them couldn't even get their hands on a ticket to enter.
