Xiong Tao treated loving someone as a form of cultivation. After ten years of painstaking devotion, Qiao Hua proposed to her.
When he proposed, he spoke with complete conviction and seemed utterly sincere.
But the moment Qiao Si Chen came back, he lost his senses.
Qiao Hua and Qiao Si Chen aren't related by blood. Since they both have the surname Qiao, they called each other brother and sister in college.
Using the name of siblings to do what lovers do.
When Xiong Tao confronted him, he avoided the subject. Instead, he took it upon himself to bring Xiong Tao's parents up from the countryside, hoping to formally meet them and settle the wedding plans.
Then, on the day they were supposed to meet, Qiao Si Chen called, and Qiao Hua left.
Watching her parents arrive after a long, tiring journey, full of anticipation, Xiong Tao felt her nose sting. She hid in the bathroom and slapped herself hard across the face.
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Fu Yushu is the universally acknowledged unattainable dreamboat among the socialites in their circle: refined and elegant, like a tree of jade orchids.
Though he's a businessman who made his fortune in money, he carries no whiff of cash, only sandalwood. Buddhist prayer beads are always wrapped around his wrist, and he is cool, abstinent, and untouched by worldly concerns.
After nearly thirty years of being a Buddha, he was accosted in the restroom by a young woman with red-rimmed eyes.
"Sir, could you help me with something?"
Fu Yushu was cold. "What makes you think I'd help you?"
Xiong Tao pointed at the prayer beads on his wrist, then suddenly put her palms together and said reverently, "I'll definitely make offerings to you, Master. Please, I beg you!"
Fu Yushu: ...
For once, his heart softened. "What do you need?"
Xiong Tao's eyes lit up. "Would you pretend to be my fiance?"
Fu Yushu: ...
Xiong Tao held his prayer beads like a devout believer. "Just meet my parents and act like you're really filial to them. Make them think you treat me well, and that's all... Amitabha!"
Fu Yushu: ...
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Much later.
Xiong Tao stared speechlessly at her parents, dressed in gold and silver and grinning from ear to ear.
Fu Yushu wrapped his arms around her from behind. "Have I been filial enough?"
His prayer beads rested beside her. Purity and desire blended into a dazzling contrast. "There's more I can do to show my filial devotion. It's time we let them hold a grandchild."
Xiong Tao: ...
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