Bright and Clear

Song Zhaozhao first saw He Yan at the company's annual party. The boss she usually looked up to was fawning over him, practically wearing "You're my dad" on his face.

The man was cool and aloof, with a refined, ascetic face behind gold-rimmed glasses and a perfectly tailored black suit. He looked down on everyone, as if no one was worthy of his attention.

Song Zhaozhao gave a cold laugh to herself, took a casual bite of an apple, then tossed it into a nearby trash can.

She strode toward He Yan, who was surrounded by cameras and flashing lights, and said coolly, "Take it easy on the drinks."

Everyone couldn't help snickering. Even the company boss glared at Song Zhaozhao and told her to get lost.

Women hoping to seize the chance to chat up He Yan and marry their way into a better life could have formed a line all the way to the Antarctic Circle. Just as everyone expected He Yan to reject her or ignore her as usual...

"All right..."

His gaze was clear and bright, his tone gentle and indulgent.

That was the only thing He Yan said at the party.

Song Zhaozhao met He Yan at a banquet. After her boyfriend cheated on her, she went on a drinking binge and vowed to become the biggest player around. Love without feelings was all that mattered.

At the height of her drunkenness, she met a man who could crush her ex in every way imaginable.

He also looked a little familiar.

Song Zhaozhao, who had sworn to become a player, went straight in with a flurry of basic attacks, dropping hints and shamelessly flirting with him.

After countless basic attacks, the man's ears finally turned pink. He tactfully said that he needed a wife.

With alcohol clouding her mind, Song Zhaozhao whipped out her ID and thumped her chest. "I'm in!"

The next morning, Song Zhaozhao got out of bed and received a call from the moving company.

Staring at the little red marriage booklet on the table, Song Zhaozhao decided to go back to sleep. This had to be a dream. She was going to be a player, so how could she possibly get married?

#Day One as a Player, and I've Already Crashed and Burned#

#Refined on the Surface#

#The Days My Boyfriend Went on a Copyright-Grabbing Spree Out of Jealousy#

You write the story you want to write. Leave the rest to me.

------He Yan

An irrepressible, obscure web-fiction writer × A seemingly refined and ascetic, scheming entertainment-industry CEO.

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