After graduating, Lu Yu is hounded by his mother to get married, so he flees in the middle of the night with his suitcase and goes to stay with his mother's friend in Jiangcheng: Shen Qingyuan, a flight attendant who, according to legend, is always flying international routes and is away from home for ten days or half a month at a time.
His mother confidently assures him, “Her place is empty anyway. Go ahead and stay there. No one's going to bother you!”
But on his first night there, just after showering, he wraps himself in a towel and fumbles around in the dark for a hair dryer. The homeowner, whose flight has been diverted and who has returned early, mistakes him for a pervert who broke in.
With one swift shoulder throw, she slams him onto the carpet, and his towel goes flying half a meter away.
The lights come on. Their eyes meet. It's the ultimate mortifying moment.
The woman stands there in a crisp flight attendant uniform, radiant and cool, though the tips of her ears quietly turn red. “Don't call me Auntie. I'm only five years older than you. From now on, call me Sister Qingyuan.”
And so begins their chaotic life together.
He's great at chores, cooking, and feeding cats, bringing warmth and life to her quiet apartment. She's aloof on the outside but warm-hearted underneath, stubborn yet kind, and quietly helps him deal with workplace hassles.
