A bashful, flirtatious ingenue × a chivalrous, carefree cool guy
At seventeen, Zhou Yinong had only two things on her mind: getting into A University and leaving Jiangcheng, and having one person all to herself.
The first time he saw her, the boy clicked his tongue, kicked open the door, and helped her get back the part-time wages and schoolbag her scumbag father had taken.
The second time he saw her, the boy coldly tied up a few thugs who had tried to harass her, tossed them at her feet, and asked what color liquor she wanted to pour on them.
The third time he saw her, the boy was focused on carefully winding a bandage around his hand. Beside him lay a brand-new pair of white boxing gloves and a martial arts student ID bearing her name.
The day her A University acceptance letter arrived, she leaned close to his ear and told him what she wanted. He raised an eyebrow as he listened, propped his chin on his hand, and gave her a faint smile, accepting her promise that they would “move to Lanshi together.”
But when they met again, seven years had passed, and they were in the world of high society.
He was now a rising star in the business world. His suit was slightly open, the sleeves casually rolled to mid-forearm, revealing his watch. Cool and distinguished, he was the center of attention.
“Mr. Yan, Miss Zhou says she feels a connection with you. Why not share a drink and get to know each other?”
The man smiled, but his gaze darkened. His knuckles, resting on the table, turned faintly white.
Seeing this usually smooth-talking businessman show his sharp edges, no one dared take another step forward.
The banquet hall fell instantly silent.
Shining leather shoes approached step by step. Suddenly, her feet left the ground, and someone took the champagne flute from her hand. The long-missed scent of absinthe enveloped her.
After the man brought her home, Zhou Yinong softened her voice in the entryway and slipped her arms around the waist of the man who was turning to leave, looking so pitiful and helpless.
“Ah Yan, you're all I have. Won't you be my sugar daddy?”
He pried her arms from his waist without turning around. He closed his eyes, seeming for a moment to mock himself.
Before the door closed, Zhou Yinong heard three words:
“I understand.”
Some people love the sun, others adore the moon. Zhou Yinong wanted to keep the sun all to herself and make it her own moon.
The girl was like a drink that went down crisp and smooth, with a lingering kick. Yang Yanyou drank her down without a second thought, never realizing that he would spend the rest of his life in a drunken haze.
Theme: Live well and keep looking forward.
