A clear-headed, cunning little translator versus a playboy young master
A groveling pursuit.
At a dinner party where she was only there to fill a seat, An Yao got splashed with red wine by Lu Yuchuan’s fiancée, who called her a stand-in, a starving ghoul reincarnated.
She wiped the wine from her clothes. A frantic alarm began ringing, and she raised a hand to pause the argument. “One moment. Let me check in on Duolingo first.”
It was her thousandth day of perfect attendance. She had to get a hidden card today.
The private room fell silent as everyone watched her stumble through Korean into her phone.
The fiancée was so furious she snatched the phone and frantically played through the levels. Then she asked An Yao if she was making fun of her.
An Yao’s eyes sparkled as she asked sincerely, “Could you draw a card for me while you’re at it? Rich people are lucky, so you should be able to get the hidden one.”
Everyone in the capital’s elite circle knew that young master Lu Yuchuan had a white moonlight.
After she ran away, he started looking for a stand-in.
They were all poor, delicate college girls, so people nicknamed him “Brother Poverty Relief.”
An Yao looked the most like her. Even her nickname, Yaoyao, was pronounced exactly the same. It was both pitiful and tragic.
An Yao smiled.
A stand-in?
In this game of stand-ins started by adults, it was anyone’s guess who would win and who would lose.
