The most mortifying thing Su Nian ever did was grab a stunningly handsome man and earnestly lecture him.
“Sir, never send money to pretty girls online. They’re all part of romance scams!”
She insisted that he download an anti-fraud app on the spot, completely unaware that the man before her was Fu Hanchuan, the Dark Night Emperor who held sway over both the underworld and the legitimate world, and topped the wealth rankings.
After being mistaken for a naive, gullible middle-aged man that day, Fu Hanchuan set himself a lifelong goal: he would marry this audacious young woman.
She went to a job interview, and he was the interviewer. He’d already bought the company.
She went on a blind date, and he sat at the next table, casually speaking eight foreign languages until her date fled.
She went to rent an apartment and viewed eight places in a row. He was the landlord of every one.
Su Nian was at her wit’s end. “Fu Hanchuan, did you put a tracker on me?”
The man adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses, speaking calmly. “It’s just a coincidence. But remember to use the crosswalk when you cross the street. Otherwise, I won’t be able to protect you in time.”
Then one day, Su Nian accidentally opened a hidden compartment in his study and discovered a book titled The Heart-Capturing Plan.
The pages were covered in detailed notes about every move he’d made, from being mistaken for a naive fool to gradually getting closer to her. The final page read clearly: Goal: Make her fall in love with me of her own accord. Deadline: A lifetime.
Su Nian took the ledger to confront him.
For once, Fu Hanchuan looked flustered.
She flung the notebook into his arms. “After going to all this trouble, why not just tell me you like me?”
She rose onto her tiptoes and leaned close to his ear, whispering:
“Fu Hanchuan, your plan to capture my heart worked.”
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