My name is Wen Cenxi. I'm a college junior, twenty years old, have never been in a relationship, and can carry a five-gallon water jug with one hand.
To help me find a boyfriend, my washed-up author dad secretly used my photo to flirt online.
Half a month later, Dad shoved his phone into my hands. “Sweetie, I got you Su Lizhi, heir to the Su financial empire. You can take it from here and handle the relationship yourself.”
I happily took over, but less than a week into chatting, the young master of the financial empire had had enough. He dumped me: “Baby, you've changed. I liked the old you better!”
Confused, I scrolled through Dad's chat history: “Don't ignore me, big bro, boo-hoo-hoo~”
Staring at a screen full of top-tier flirtatious, sweet-and-innocent messages, I fell into deep thought.
Wait, Dad, with skills like yours, how is a straight woman like me supposed to take over?
