There was once a popular question: Three million yuan or your favorite idol, which would you choose?
I chose my favorite idol without even thinking.
The question made it sound as if you'd actually get either the three million yuan or your favorite idol after choosing.
Who would've thought a question like that could make someone transmigrate, too!
While I was barely conscious, I seemed to hear a voice telling me there was no three million yuan, but I could still save my favorite idol myself.
As my memories gradually returned, I saw a handsome man standing in front of me. Look at that white hair, those blue eyes, those incredibly long legs! He's way too good-looking!
Before I could finish admiring him, the handsome man smiled and spoke softly. "Now that you're awake, we can have a proper talk about how you ended up like this, my dear fiancee. What do you say?"
What
You're very handsome, but calling me your fiancee is going way too far!
Satoru Gojo was born with the Six Eyes and had a huge bounty put on his head. To protect him, the Gojo Clan let him live only within the family compound.
Afraid he'd be bored, they found him a bunch of playmates around his age and let him choose. They would keep him company and grow close to him from childhood, so they could naturally get married and have children when they grew up.
Satoru Gojo looked at the girls chosen by the clan with a sneer. Then he sensed a gaze behind him, utterly unlike the others, and turned to look.
A little girl about his age stood there, her hair in twin tails, dressed in adorable pink clothes. She was staring at him without blinking.
Satoru Gojo didn't sense the self-serving ambition in the other girls, who were so young yet already calculating how to serve the clan. All he saw in her eyes was awe.
Awe at his good looks.
He raised an eyebrow and was about to tell his attendant whom he'd chosen when the little girl smiled sweetly at him. She took a tiger-skin cake from her little bag, held it out, and ran over in her little leather shoes, pattering across the floor. "You're so pretty! I'll share my cake with you. Can we be friends?"
She was the one who approached him first.
He never expected the girl who seemed so sweet to return to her hometown and forget all about him. He didn't see her again until he started at the technical college. This time, too, the girl shyly held out her phone and asked, "You're so handsome. Could I go out with you?"
Satoru Gojo gazed at her in silence. After a quiet moment, he thought, since she'd come to him first again, he would never let her go this time. He'd already given her a chance.
After everything was settled, Satoru Gojo decided it was time to settle old scores with Shen Yang.
He listed her offenses one by one. "When you left at seven, you said you'd write to me. But all these years later, I haven't gotten a single letter. You even forgot about me. Don't think I don't know that the only reason you wanted to date me when we met again was that I was so handsome."
Satoru Gojo's tone was awful, and so were his actions. Yet he kissed the tears from the corners of Shen Yang's eyes with tender, almost pitying care. "Tell me, how are you going to make up for this, baby?"
Shen Yang trembled, unable to speak. Satoru Gojo watched her, satisfied, and smiled. "Then I'll decide."
He bent down and whispered in Shen Yang's ear, like a lover murmuring sweet nothings. "Ten years, plus ten more times. I'll decide where and how."
He smiled again. "All you have to do is enjoy yourself, baby."
Reader's guide:
1. Leave your brain at the door. This is really just a fluffy fairy tale with a happy ending for everyone, so please don't worry too much about the logic.
2. It's almost the end of 2024 and I still couldn't resist starting this. Please go easy on me, I beg you.
3. OOC warning. The main story is in first person. The timeline is a mash-up, and the plot has been heavily changed. Feel free to drop it if it's not your thing, no need to tell me.
Purpose: Is that so?