In the third month of their relationship, Fang Shiyu's mother used 26 minutes to "exhaustively check" the price of her boyfriend's property: her family background, insurance policies, and liabilities were all checked out by her and her mother.
The paid senior asserted: "There is a high probability that you are just a training sample for my 22-year-old son's growth."
The heroine didn't cry. She backhandedly made a copy of "Dr. Cheng's Personality Data Modeling" and "Regulations on Love Project Management", with a stop loss line of half a year.
When the male protagonist saw the piece of paper, he just said: "You don't have to wait half a year. I will take you home this weekend."
In the next ten years, she changed jobs, rang bells, started classes, and made millions a year; he got a doctorate, went abroad, and stood on the podium.
The only failure happened on a rainy night: she executed the stop-loss line she drew and made a note of "clear" on the transfer, but was returned "clear".
Two years later, he handed over a note: "This time there is no mortgage, no guarantee, just me."
She approved with two words: "Approved."
She turned the relationship into a merger and acquisition: his mother was responsible for the valuation, and she was responsible for the counterattack.
Intent: What bridges the social strata is not marriage, but the partnership of two independent souls. Her data thinking saved her life, but her happiness came from allowing herself not to calculate.
