On the day the college entrance exams ended, I flirted with a brooding heartthrob at a bar and threw up all over him.
I added him on WeChat under the name “Suit Creditor,” and even after paying him back in installments, I still owed him a meal.
At the opening ceremony, I found out he was my uncle's friend, the CEO of a publicly traded company, and my practical course instructor.
I pursued him with everything I had: cheesy pickup lines, handwritten love letters, and carefully staged “chance” encounters.
He was always cold and aloof, and never took the bait.
Until I found an encrypted folder on his old phone
The password was my birthday, and inside were photos of me going back three years.
Me singing off-key in the campus singing competition, drooling during a nap in the library, laughing and joking around with my classmates...
It turned out I was never the one chasing him.
He had waited for me for three years, then cast his net and waited for me to walk right into it.
“Ruan Xinglan, I've given you plenty of chances to run away. Now... it's too late.”
