Song Shengsheng, 24 years old, just dumped, just quit her job, just moved back to her hometown. Three strikes in a row.
Her stepmother couldn’t stand the sight of her, so the very next day she set her up on a blind date with a man who ran a bar in town. Apparently, he was “quite a catch.”
When she got there, she found that he really was quite a catch. Over six feet tall, broad-shouldered and long-legged, with peach blossom eyes and a jawline sharp enough to open a bottle. Sitting there in a black T-shirt, he looked like he’d been torn straight out of a fashion magazine.
Before Song Shengsheng had a chance to fall for him, he spoke.
“I’m pretty picky,” he said, counting on his fingers. “No ugly girls, no fat girls, no short girls, and no girls who are too tall, either.”
Song Shengsheng: ??? Are you ordering from a menu or what?
Song Shengsheng: “I don’t think we’re a good match. I’m looking for a husband who’s faithful, considerate, and steady.”
Lu Shiyu: “Right. That’s me.”
Song Shengsheng: “Where do you get the nerve?”
Lu Shiyu pointed to his face. “Right here.”
