The day Zhuang Ying was at her breaking point revising her master's thesis, she steeled herself and took her friend's advice: go to a bar and find a handsome guy to "blow off steam" with.
But the next morning, she opened her eyes in horror to find that the long-legged hottie lying beneath the thin blanket was none other than her longtime nemesis, Luo Shiyu, a notorious rich playboy in their social circle.
Unwilling to face reality, Zhuang Ying hurried out of bed and ran. The very next day, though, her nemesis cornered her in a quiet spot on campus.
The man narrowed his peach-blossom eyes and gave her a teasing smile. "Zhuang Ying, you sleep with me and then run away? Do you have any idea how irresponsible that is?"
Zhuang Ying: ...
She asked guiltily, "So what do you want?"
Her nemesis slapped a prenuptial agreement onto the table, looking rather impatient. "Your family is pressuring you to get married, right? The old man won't stop nagging me either. Why don't we work together?"
Zhuang Ying: ...Fine.
After nearly ten years as Luo Shiyu's nemesis, Zhuang Ying had always thought he was just a good-for-nothing, heartless playboy.
In her ideal contract marriage, they'd treat each other with respect and stay out of each other's way. But whenever she was reading, he insisted on bringing her fruit. When she was sick, he stayed by her bedside. When work left her feeling down, he always found a way to cheer her up. Gradually, she began to think that having a nemesis like him wasn't so bad after all.
When she learned he had been secretly in love with someone for years, she couldn't quite make sense of what she felt.
Maybe this was for the best. They were only married by contract, and they would go their separate ways after a year. She should let him be with the one he loved.
Until one day, after drafting the divorce agreement and putting it in the safe, she stumbled upon an old photo album.
She opened it to find nothing but pictures of herself: crying, laughing, angry, happy.
The whole thick album was filled with the secret thoughts of sixteen-year-old Luo Shiyu, who had been in love with her.
She stood frozen, unable to move for a long time, when a tall figure approached from behind.
A low, cool voice sounded by her ear.
"A Ying, I don't agree. Who gave you permission to divorce me?"
[Both are virgins, happy ending. Fake playboy x real top student]
[He falls first, she falls in love after marriage]
Theme: People should bravely pursue their ideals
I'm getting married soon, oh yeah!!! You kid is a bit romantic
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