Su You was famous in her circle for being laid-back.
At school, she never cared about her class ranking. As an adult, she never pined for romance. Once she started working, money wasn't important to her.
The few boys who had pursued Su You soon gave up. A woman like her, who was impervious to persuasion and wanted nothing, was like an unripe pomelo: sour and bitter, with no flavor to speak of.
But recently, this woman who wanted nothing had decided she wanted to get married.
At a matchmaking agency, Su You picked out a man. He wore a suit and tie, was handsome and dignified, modest but not self-effacing. He was distant, though, and seemed like a man who had little interest in romance.
Su You thought he seemed fine. He looked respectable.
At the end of their date, the man asked, "What do you want in a partner?"
Su You: "A respectable person who'd be open to a whirlwind marriage."
Man: "How whirlwind are we talking?"
Su You: "The kind where we get married first and develop feelings afterward."
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Su You heard that the new boss who had suddenly arrived that day was from headquarters. He had powerful connections and was practically above the clouds, sent down to reform the company's culture of idleness.
Rumors from on high said he was decisive and capable, a tough businessman who showed no mercy, and that his first order of business would be to fire a bunch of people.
Su You, a lazy worker content to coast through life, frowned.
"Mr. Zhou, I'll show you to your office."
Speak of the devil, and he appears. Like everyone else, Su You turned her head curiously.
The man's gaze passed over the crowd and landed on her. It lingered for a moment, then moved away. Su You froze.
She remembered the day before, when the two of them had taken their wedding photos against a red background. The photographer had asked the groom to smile, and the resulting photo showed the man with a gentle smile, like a handsome young man from everyone's school days, blurred by time.
Su You frowned. A whirlwind marriage really was a bad idea.
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Zhou Shengye was a master planner.
He used every opportunity, drew his targets forward with bait, and, like a mantis stalking a cicada, waited for the oriole behind it.
He had tasted the pomelo hanging high on the treetop seven years ago, when it was still sour. Now, at last, it was ripe.
Laid-back girl x hunter who lures his prey
He falls for her first | Marriage before love |
Theme: A single red bean is worth more than a thousand gold pieces.
