Su Niannian, twenty-six, worked as a matchmaker on a dating app. She took time off to binge-watch a show and missed out on a dream client: Lu Jingchen, thirty, a product vice president, a Tsinghua graduate, and 185 centimeters tall.
What made her even angrier was that when Lu Jingchen met her best friend Lin Xiaoduo, he said, “Being a self-media creator isn’t a proper job,” making Lin Xiaoduo come back in tears. Su Niannian decided to take matters into her own hands, approach him under the fake name “Su Nian,” and get revenge on her friend's behalf.
But she hadn’t expected Lu Jingchen to be anything but arrogant. He was sincere and straightforward, and after failing to pan-fry a steak, he even wrote notes to review what went wrong. He kissed her in a rainstorm on a rooftop. On a typhoon night, he drove across half the city to fix her leaking ceiling. Then he took her home to meet his parents. He was serious about her. So was she.
Four months later, his friend Jiang Yizhou accidentally heard the truth. A recording. A late-night phone call. A breakup message sent at dawn.
Over the next four months, Su Niannian left matchmaking for brand marketing. After being rejected five times, she landed a job and became the company's top regional manager. Lu Jingchen suffered again and again in regret. Then, on a January day at Chashanping, she saw his silhouette. She ran after him in ankle boots. She scraped her knee but didn't stop. Faced with his forced indifference, she told him to look her in the eyes and say, “I don’t care anymore.” He couldn't say it.
In March, they got married beneath a ginkgo tree. She walked toward him in a satin wedding gown.
“Yours. All of me.” “Lu Jingchen. Su Niannian finally won you over.”
