Stop Rushing Me, My Best Friend Says She's in the Practice Room

Su Niannian, the sole 38th-generation successor to the Su Clan’s Tai Chi, a top-tier practitioner of ancient martial arts worth over a hundred million. To complete her master’s assignment, she disguises herself as a cleaner for presidential suites, earning just 2,500 yuan a month. Gu Tingchen, the cold-faced CEO of Gu Group and a ruthless dealmaker feared throughout the business world, is privately a delicate patient allergic to peanuts, pollen, and cold air. Their first meeting: She was making a tonic soup in his 500,000-yuan enamel pot. He sneezed in front of her more shamefully than he ever had in his life. “You don’t have to come to work tomorrow!” “Really? Then please sign this for me, so I can claim unemployment benefits.” Later, all of City A was abuzz with rumors: the haughty Mr. Gu had been utterly crushed by a lowly cleaning girl. Later still, someone spotted Gu Tingchen posting on his social media late at night: [Question: How do I convince my girlfriend that I’m not faking my allergy to air? Asking for a friend. Waiting online. My lung capacity can’t keep up.] Then one day, Su Niannian’s true identity was exposed. The ancient martial arts world was shaken, and the entire internet crashed. Reporters swarmed her, asking why she had pretended to be poor and worked as a cleaner. She glanced at Gu Tingchen and sighed. “My master said that to cultivate in the mortal world, I should find the weakest person to protect. He’s the weakest I’ve ever met, bar none.” Gu Tingchen: “...Thanks for the compliment.”