Anning had dreamed day and night of transmigrating, and one day, her wish finally came true.
With her golden finger, she planned to become the richest person in ancient times and spend her days living it up.
But just as her silver kept piling up, a handsome man started staging “chance encounters” with her every day, leaving her lovestruck and flustered at the age when her heart was just beginning to stir.
“Hey, handsome, you’ve bumped into me thirty-seven times today. It’s getting late, so when are you going home?”
“Why are you being so immodest, miss? You’re the one who’s bumped into this heir thirty-seven times. I was merely out for a leisurely stroll.”
“A stroll?”
“But every place you stroll past is right outside one of my shops. Wherever I go, you happen to stroll by that very shop?”
“This heir has no idea what you mean. It must be a coincidence!”
What a stubborn liar.
“Fine! I’m going home to see my fiancé. Care to stroll along, Your Lordship?”
The moment she finished speaking, the heir’s eyes reddened. He grabbed Anning’s hand and refused to let go.
“Can’t you not go?”
Anning chuckled and rose onto her toes to look up at him.
“But I’m in a hurry to get married!”
“Tomorrow! No, today! I’ll come to your house and ask for your hand!”
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