[A money-loving, delightfully ridiculous trainee Matchmaker, an all-too-clear-eyed “System wage slave” vs. a cool, abstinent, obsessive top student, the “untouchable flower” who falls hard after one flirtation]
I’m a trainee Matchmaker, and my job to become permanent staff is to break up a perfect couple.
Disguised as a housekeeper, I sneak into my target, Lu Yan’s, home, ready to turn his life upside down.
On the first day, I deliberately dye his white shirt pink, expecting to be thrown out. He glances at it and says calmly, “It’s pretty girlish. Buy everything in this style from now on.”
On the second day, I pick the lock to his bathroom, planning to earn myself a reputation as a perverted housekeeper. I slip and land flat on my face. He slowly draws the shower curtain, his voice low and amused. “Seen enough? If not, come in and take a closer look.”
On the third day, I grit my teeth and touch his computer, ready to provoke him. He doesn’t even look at it. Instead, he lifts me onto the desk, his long fingers slowly winding around my wrist. “Trying that hard to get my attention?”
I pack my bags and prepare to run away in the middle of the night, but the Matchmaker calls in a panic: “Warning! Heart-flutter levels are dangerously high! How did you tie your own red thread?!”
Meanwhile, the man who was supposed to be cool and abstinent leans in the doorway, winding the red thread I can never undo around his ring finger, over and over. His voice is low and dangerous. “Now that our red thread is tied, you belong to me for the rest of your life.”
