Pick Me Up, Hold Me Close

Qiao Yin saved someone: tall, handsome, from a good family, and charming and sociable.

They had known each other for three years. Qiao Yin was insecure and kept her feelings deeply hidden.

On her eighteenth birthday, Qiao Yin bought Zhou Zhang his favorite sneakers,

but accidentally saw him mocking her in front of all his friends.

"Her? She's way too old for me. I'm not interested."

"She's not even pretty. Her voice sounds like an old lady's, and she's fat. I doubt any man will want her."

Qiao Yin stood in the corner for a long while, then quietly left.

She blocked him on every platform, left the city, and devoted herself entirely to work.

A year after leaving that city, Qiao Yin met the man who would become her husband.

Her shattered confidence was slowly pieced back together, and the wounds of her past were gradually soothed.

The night she met Zhou Yuanxi's parents, Zhou Zhang called her frantically.

"Qiao Qiao, answer the phone, please."

"..."

"What's your relationship with my uncle?"

*

Zhou Yuanxi watched the young woman standing at the door, tears falling in big drops.

She left the gift behind and turned to go.

He narrowed his eyes at Zhou Zhang, who was inside, holding forth, and thought the kid was a real piece of work.

Later, by chance, he ran into the young woman again and took the opportunity to clear a few paths for her.

Before long, his heart softened more and more.

Zhou Yuanxi thought it over, then decisively made Zhou Zhang's aunt by marriage his own.

The story begins one year later.

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Wen Wan grew up in the mountains with her grandfather, cultivating her character and keeping her mind at peace. A string of purple sandalwood prayer beads on her wrist accentuated her porcelain skin.

After coming down from the mountains, she discovered she had gained a fiance out of nowhere: Ningcheng's most notorious playboy.

Wen Wan secretly made plans and repeatedly gave ground, but he mistook her restraint for deep devotion and became even more outrageous.

Wen Wan: No problem.

But she always felt that her fiance's friend, Fu Chuan, was acting strange.

When they shook hands, his long fingers would brush over her wrist as if by chance. Whenever she looked at him, he would avert his eyes, the tips of his ears turning red.

When he got drunk, he would call her, head bowed like a tame puppy, and softly call her "Wanwan."

At first Wen Wan thought she was imagining things. Then one night, drinking got the better of them.

Wen Wan was wrapped in a blanket. Beside her, Fu Chuan casually revealed the marks she'd scratched into his chest.

His eyes were red at the corners as he looked at her. "It's okay, I'm fine."

Wen Wan: ...

What do I do when my fiance's sweet-talking friend has been plotting to get with me all along?

The synopsis may be revised again.

Theme: I hope everyone can meet the right person.