Su Yan had a soft-cover ledger.
The year her father cut off her allowance and sent her to a top university, everyone on campus thought she was a poor student working the night shift at a convenience store for eighteen yuan an hour. She kept accounts.
The person she'd truly loved once put a price on her in front of a table full of his buddies: "A year of fun should be about enough. I'm not running a charity."
She didn't cry. She wrote it down.
His childhood sweetheart arranged a whole setup, then had Su Yan carry a gift box over to confess in front of a room full of laughter, so everyone could mock the poor girl.
She saw through the setup but didn't expose it. Holding the box, she walked right into it herself.
She wrote that down, too.
From that day on, everyone on campus said Su Yan was a gold digger scheming to hook Lu Shiyan. Lu Shiyan believed it himself.
No one knew that he was just a bridge she'd chosen for herself. Once she'd crossed it, their accounts were settled, and she didn't even look back. Later, when he offered her his true feelings, she looked him in the eye and told him a lie.
Later, at a fried chicken shop in the backstreets, she met a worker earning a little over ten yuan an hour. His name tag said "Xiao Bai."
She kept her ledger as usual: he chased her half a block to return money he'd given her by mistake; he kept working while customers gave him a hard time; he unclogged the drains; he saved her a bowl of soup late at night.
When she reached the last page, she came to a conclusion: this man was worth more than ten rich young masters combined.
She didn't play hard to get or string him along. She took the initiative and walked over to him.
Xiao Bai's surname was Shen.
Theme: The ordinary is what matters most
