A Beijing-circle childhood friend romance: a sharp-tongued, alluring investment genius and an aloof little white flower from the entertainment industry
Dual perspectives, coming-of-age, realistic
Just after Yu Lanqing confessed her secret crush, the other person flew overseas.
Every morning, before she even opened her eyes, she would lament how agonizing lovesickness was.
But opening her eyes didn't make things much better.
Beside her bedroom bed stood a movable screen, almost as large as the room's window. It sounded absurd, but it was actually quite practical.
Her daily to-do list, class schedule, and everything else were crammed onto it, with huge numbers showing the time ticking away in the middle.
Nobody ever said who had arranged this. Yu Lanqing automatically blamed her unscrupulous boss, Zhou Ying. Every day, when she woke up, she felt like she was playing some kind of squid-game survival challenge, racing against the clock and glaring at the ceiling as she cursed the lunatic behind it.
Xiang Nanshan lives in a penthouse a hundred meters above London. Now that she's made it as an investment mogul worth over a hundred million, she hates the way rich people act like money is filthy more than anything.
Seriously, what's wrong with having lots of money?
She had to deal with enemies trying to kill her when she returned to China, but from her home in London, all she had to do was send a message and watch a few digits disappear from her bank balance to get Yu Lanqing a role in a new drama.
But she never expected Yu Lanqing to bring a breakup with her when she finally came to London holding her award.
"We're breaking up. I went out of my way to bring you the trophy."
"What do you mean?"
"When I came here last month, I saw your chat history. I just didn't think you'd actually buy it."
"I didn't buy it. I only asked about it."
"Asking doesn't count? Xiang Nanshan, is my dream so easy to trample on?"
"I never wanted to trample on your dream! Money is all I have to offer you. By calling what I gave you so filthy, aren't you the one trampling on me?"
Theme: May everyone find their own place, and may even the foolish find their happy ending
