An otaku manga artist and a gentlemanly small-business owner
Cheng Song was Cheng Yao's eighth blind date.
She first met him in a Russian-style steakhouse with red checkered decor.
That night, when she got home, a man wearing a black turtleneck appeared in her sketchbook. His peach-blossom eyes curved as he smiled with gentlemanly warmth, while his broad, veiny hand rested on a woman's stocking-clad, voluptuous thigh. With a little pressure, her soft, full flesh bulged between his fingers.
Cheng Yao was Cheng Song's eighteenth blind date.
Just as the matchmaker had said, she was quiet and reserved.
She didn't seem to like steak. Maybe she would like hot pot.
When the date ended, she paid first. Cheng Song's phone was still open to the reviews of a hot pot restaurant.
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At one in the morning, the night before they were due to register their marriage, Cheng Yao messaged Cheng Song.
[Are we really not related by blood?]
Cheng Song sent her a voice message, his voice husky with amusement. "Miss Cheng, if I remember correctly, I never saw you when I handed out red envelopes for New Year's greetings."
Cheng Yao sheepishly put her phone away. Half an hour later, she received the fruit tea Mr. Cheng had sent over by courier.
The note read: See you tomorrow.
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One day after they were married, Cheng Song saw himself in the little manga artist's sketchbook.
A busty, slim-waisted beauty with a voluptuous backside... biting his pectoral muscles.
Cheng Song laughed in exasperation.
He carried someone's fruit tea cup into the bedroom to get his revenge in kind.
An hour later, Cheng Yao had wrapped herself into a ball in her blanket and was wiping away tears.
A certain someone went to the kitchen with an unlit cigarette between his lips.
Reader's guide:
1. A sweet, slow-burn romance.
2. The female lead is socially avoidant.
3. The male lead is a fake gentleman.
Premise: The world is worth looking forward to