She's Not My Type

Qiu Chi became the only Asian photographer in the country to win a Pulitzer Prize with a series of photos of an aircraft crashing. No one knew that ten years earlier, she had been so poor she couldn't even afford a secondhand camera. When she broke up with her girlfriend, she couldn't even manage to produce four thousand yuan with any dignity.

As a rising star in the industry, Qiu Chi was invited to become the chief consultant at a renowned photography company, only to discover that the company's decisive and formidable second-in-command was the ex-girlfriend she'd dumped unilaterally.

Qi Yin was born with a silver spoon in her mouth, the third generation of a wealthy family. She had never known hardship, and everything about her, from her looks and family background to her resume, was dazzling.

Qiu Chi remembered living in a cramped rental, eating cheap ten-yuan takeout, and being unable to afford a ring. She'd saved half a month's wages to buy Qi Yin a necklace, only for it to look just like a free gift from a high-end hotel.

Back then, Qiu Chi had been reaching above her station with Qi Yin, and her poverty had been laughable.

After joining the company, Qiu Chi took a routine work photo with Qi Yin, and the internet was soon flooded with posts saying they were a perfect match and looked especially good together.

"Sorry, Ms. Qi isn't my type."

"We just met. We don't know each other."

Qi Yin was kind to everyone, but treated Qiu Chi with cold indifference.

Qiu Chi loved photography, but her camera was the one thing that never captured Qi Yin.

Office gossip began to spread that President Qi and Consultant Qiu had probably had a vicious falling-out, and that things had gotten ugly.

Neither of them said a word, remembering the years before, at the Shanqiang Bar, where Qiu Chi had been surrounded by spotlights and cheering. In the middle of a passionate kiss, she'd once gently tapped Qi Yin over the heart.

Memories of their love came flooding back, one after another. Qiu Chi thought Qi Yin must hate her by now. But on the day the typhoon made landfall, Qi Yin stood amid the dense rain, swallowing her pride to call softly after Qiu Chi as she walked away.

"Are you going to leave me a second time?"

Reader's Guide:

What outsiders see: President Qi and Consultant Qiu can't stand each other.

The truth: This is so awkward. How do I ask her to get back together without losing face?

Rekindled romance, not a groveling ex-wife story.

Theme: How do you ask your ex-wife to get back together without losing face?