A little fairy who can no longer dance x a down-to-earth, cool and handsome hardware-store owner, 190 cm tall
In 2008, the whole country was focused on the Olympics in Beijing, but Yu Yan was carrying a huge suitcase from the bustling capital to Huai City, a small place in the north.
Yu Yan had never been to Huai City. After winding her way there, she found the old apartment her father had left her, up four flights of stairs.
She stared blankly as her suitcase gave out on the final flight. A lazy-looking man in a black tank top came down the stairs, his short, stiff-looking black hair still dripping after a wash.
Her pretty clothes were scattered all over the stairs. The man's dark eyes landed absentmindedly on a tiny piece of pink lace underwear.
Yu Yan hurriedly picked it up, awkwardly clutching it in her fist and hiding it behind her back. Her fair face looked flustered and flushed, and her beauty seemed completely out of place in the shabby old building.
Qi Fang lowered his brows and bent down to pick up the colorful clothes. He clicked his tongue inwardly. He had never seen so many bright colors in his life.
Some time later, Qi Fang was minding his shop when quite a few people gathered at the entrance to play cards. They said a pretty woman had opened a dance studio on the street ahead, and that plenty of people wanted to pursue her.
Qi Fang listened casually, thinking about the scent he'd caught when they brushed past each other a few times in the narrow stairwell, a fragrance from some kind of soap he couldn't quite identify.
Yu Yan actually found Huai City's warmth and lack of boundaries a little hard to deal with. People often asked why she'd come from Beijing to such a small place, whether she had a boyfriend, and what kind of man she wanted.
She hadn't thought about it. She hadn't thought about anything. She just wanted to live quietly for a while.
But she hadn't expected that, perhaps because he'd seen her get harassed so often, her upstairs neighbor, who she'd barely spoken to and who looked fierce and roguish, would sit with one leg bent in the stairwell and lazily suggest when he saw her, "Need a fake boyfriend? Two hundred a month."
Yu Yan: ???
He seemed to be chewing gum. Raising his brows, which shadowed his eyes, he said, "I'll give you twenty percent off the first month. We live right above and below each other, so you get security service too."
Yu Yan thought about it. Two hundred wasn't much, and he looked like someone no one would want to mess with. In Beijing, plenty of single women living alone chose to get large dogs. She looked again at his eerily bright, dark eyes... and nodded hesitantly.
Later, Qi Fang heard plenty of stories about the little Yu beauty. He heard she used to be a principal dancer who'd appeared on television and was an incredible dancer. She was supposed to perform at the Olympic opening ceremony, but she fell and injured her leg during rehearsals. She'd never be able to dance again.
He thought he had a hard enough heart, but that night he tossed and turned, unable to sleep. Eventually, with his hair sticking up, he went downstairs and knocked on her door. Meeting her sleepy eyes, he said, "Yu Yan, I've saved over a hundred thousand."
Yu Yan: ?
He scratched his head, frustrated. "Do you want to get your leg treated? Medical technology is so advanced. If they can't treat it here, we can go abroad."
Yu Yan blinked, then suddenly interrupted him. "Qi Fang, do you like me?"
Theme: Sincere love is unbeatable
