The Sun, Moon, and Stars Can't Compare to You

Blurb One:

Once upon a time, Qiu Yi would rather remain a single woman past her prime than settle. She kept waiting for her destined hero to come for her, cloaked in the sun, moon, and stars.

Then the pandemic broke out, and Ming Jing went to the front lines to fight it, saving lives and healing the injured. All she wanted was to bring her people's hero home safe and sound.

Blurb Two:

As a new driver, Qiu Yi was constantly getting into fender benders with people trying to scam her.

Later, she stuck a sign on her rear bumper that said, "If an older single woman rear-ends you, you have to marry her," and never had to call the insurance company again.

Until one day, someone gave her bumper a little kiss.

She got out, took one look at the driver responsible, and said expressionlessly, "You're fully at fault. Call your insurance company."

The driver pointed at the sticker. "I'm fully at fault. I'll marry you."

An elegant, refined (secretly passionate and scheming) professor of traditional Chinese medicine x a sweet, versatile, cute, and enchanting online streamer

A few things to know before diving in:

1. Updates daily at 9 a.m. Mi Keng has a good track record: once a story starts, it won't be abandoned.

2. The traditional Chinese medicine knowledge in this story comes from Baidu and books. I'm not a professional, so please point out any errors gently.

Please add my next story, "May Our Friendship Last Forever," to your reading list.

Blurb One:

[Somehu]: Tell us how you earned your first fortune.

[Not Poetic, Just Shiyi]: Thanks for the invite.

Before graduation, my homeroom teacher called me in for a talk. He handed me a check for 100,000 yuan and told me to leave his son. That's when I learned my teacher's side job was chairman of the school's board of directors.

I asked if he could add an eight in front of the one. He didn't say a word, just picked up his fountain pen and drew a snake-shaped doodle. From then on, I had my first fortune.

When I got back to class, I immediately used correction fluid to erase "I like you" from the message I'd written in his son's yearbook, then wrote in a grand flourish, "May our friendship last forever."

Blurb Two:

[Somehu]: Tell us how you got revenge on the homeroom teacher who used to chew you out.

[Not Poetic, Just Shiyi]: Thanks for the invite.

To get revenge on my homeroom teacher, I married his son and had his grandson. Then I made him do the hard work of raising my son, and he was as happy as a grandpa could be.

[Netizen]: OP, you're amazing! Did you come up with such a brilliant plan yourself?

[Not Poetic, Just Shiyi]: No, my homeroom teacher's son taught me.

[Netizen]: ...

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