I crashed my food-delivery bike into a Rolls-Royce and waited, drenched in a cold sweat, for the owner to tell me how much I owed. But the owner turned out to be Tang Qianqian, the richest woman in the country, who had pursued my dad for eighteen years. Aunt Tang was over fifty, yet still graceful and alluring. In high heels, she slapped a check against my face and said, “I'll give you a hundred million. Tie up your dad and bring him to marry me! Then we'll call the accident even.”
Me: ...Wait, Dad, you actually ran into one of those “chase him until he's won over” romances?
