Qingyi Cotton

A young man staking everything on a career in agricultural science and technology vs. a tough-as-nails female new farmer with nowhere left to turn.

Yu Fei thought she was already unlucky enough, until she realized that the person whose life she’d nearly lost her own saving was her “enemy.”

She couldn’t afford to cross him and wanted to avoid him, but her enemy insisted on repaying her kindness, then boldly bought into her little cotton farm.

On the first day of her “enemy’s” investment, a gale tore up the drip-irrigation lines and plastic mulch in the cotton field, even though she’d just finished sowing at the time he’d told her to. Yu Fei thought bitterly: She must have been out of her mind to let him buy into the farm as a technical partner.

Six months after her “enemy” invested, he remotely piloted agricultural drones to wipe out a pest outbreak across six hundred mu of cotton fields, all while casually asking her, “Have you decided what to do about the fact that I like you?”

Standing behind him, she said, “Ha.”

A year after her “enemy” invested, Yu Fei watched him skillfully operate the machinery, rolling the bountiful cotton harvest into golden egg-shaped bales.

Her eyes curved like crescent moons. “Hey, handsome, do you still mean it when you say you like me?”