“Only the weak talk about redemption. People like us only make deals as equals.”
Bian Su came to Qingtai Town for just two reasons: first, to add a little polish to his already impressive resume; second, to find a quiet corner where he could lie flat and sleep in peace for a while. The place was damp and run-down, and even the convenience store hot dogs tasted awful. He had just one word for it: a rip-off.
That opinion changed the moment he saw Chang Shuyu on the awards stage.
Chang Shuyu’s guiding principle in life: fight her way back to Shanghai. When that lazy young master casually asked her, “How do you solve this problem?” Chang Shuyu raised an eyebrow. Here was her opportunity.
To everyone else, Bian Su was a born winner. To Chang Shuyu, he was a nasty benefactor, a fox in human skin.
To everyone else, Chang Shuyu was a cool, aloof top student. To Bian Su, she was a wolf that couldn’t be tamed, a wild weed that couldn’t be cultivated, and, just like him, a… bastard.
When the half-month was up, Bian Su was about to leave. On a stormy night, outside the convenience store, Chang Shuyu took the expert’s notes he had left behind and asked without a trace of feeling, “Will you come back?”
Leaning against the shelves, Bian Su spun a coin in his hand and smiled lazily. “Chang Shuyu, I’m a businessman.” “I’m not coming back to this lousy place that loses money.”
He paused, then leaned close to her, his eyes full of arrogant certainty. “Want to see me? Then meet me in Shanghai.”
“She’s an ambitious woman. And I’m her prize.”
