The Screenwriting Master's Snail-Boy

At first, in Tian Luo's eyes, Xie Zheng was a two-faced man he'd given a failing grade: impeccably dressed like a successful businessman in public, but an unprincipled scoundrel in private. He'd only been hired to watch someone's house and dog. Somehow, before he knew it, he'd ended up giving that person his whole life. Long sighs, tears held back... Xie Zheng said, "You little snail, just because you taught Chinese for a few days, you have to keep chattering away? I want dumplings for dinner!" Tian Luo proudly swept out the sleeves of a refined scholar, then rolled them back up to knead the dough. Chairman Xie, dressed in a suit and leather shoes, swung one leg over the other and smirked roguishly. "Good, just do as you're told. Then my unwavering love for you won't have been in vain!" (Note: Romance first, career second. The story is a slow burn with a bit of farming life. Please support the official version. A deep bow of thanks!) Theme: