The White-Haired Girlfriend from America

“Zoe, don’t come back.” “But, Sis, my visa is about to expire.” “Dad’s house has already been repossessed. Where would you live if you came back? How would you pay off your student loans? And what about the loan sharks he owes?” “But...” “Stay there and find someone to marry. At least you’ll be able to survive. Of course, you can come back if you want, but first you’ll have to face the bills Dad left behind. You know what they’re like.” A platinum-blonde American girl stood bewildered on a street late at night. Suddenly, she spotted someone who looked vaguely familiar. Listening to his mother nag over the phone, Ji Ran felt helpless. “I don’t even have a girlfriend. Where am I supposed to find someone to marry? A girlfriend isn’t a cabbage that sprouts from the ground when it’s time.” Someone blocked the narrow pedestrian passage. Ji Ran instinctively stepped aside, but the person across from him didn’t move. “Excuse me, would you be willing to marry me?” A woman asked earnestly, her voice tinged with an unfamiliar accent.