[Bickering first, love later | Passionate romance | Older man, both with no prior relationships | Sweet everyday life]
[Unconventional, straightforward heroine vs. cold on the outside, jealous on the inside]
Not long after Li Qingmu returned from abroad, she found herself tangled up with the same man again and again.
The first time they met, she got distracted and ran a red light, and he hit her with his car.
The next day, she went drinking at his bar, got harassed, and ended up in a fight that landed them at the police station.
She announced that she was going to pursue him.
He replied calmly that he was a long-distance running champion.
That only made Li Qingmu more interested.
Fate had dropped this once-in-a-lifetime match into her lap, and she was going to hold on tight.
Only, her way of pursuing someone was particularly unconventional.
Most people pursue someone by checking in, offering attentive care, and doing everything they can to please them.
Not her. She got drunk right in front of him and had someone else take her home.
She didn’t show up on the holiday, then gave him a belated gift afterward.
She carefully arranged chance encounters, then pretended not to know him when they met.
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Later, when Li Qingmu lost heart and really stopped pursuing him, Ji Shuo was the one who panicked…
He never thought he’d fall for a young woman, let alone fall so willingly.
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A little scene
After they got together, he cooked for her himself, only for her to complain:
“It’s not good. My brother’s cooking is better.”
Ji Shuo was speechless. “Are you obsessed with your brother? You bring him up in everything.”
Li Qingmu pushed her bowl and chopsticks aside. “I am. My brother really is good at everything.”
Ji Shuo angrily untied his apron. “Go find your brother, then. Don’t hang around here.”
Li Qingmu climbed onto a chair, swaying as she smiled mischievously:
“Shuo-shuo~ My dearest boyfriend, my precious Shuo~”
Ji Shuo clicked his tongue softly and stepped forward to pull her into his arms:
“You little menace, you know exactly how to handle me…”