A Cross-Border Romance Between a Rich Uncle and a Spicy Snack Girl

A Guide to Feeding Spicy Strips: When My Translator Became My Love Coach > He used a translator to pursue me, but it turned “I want to rest my head on your arm” into “I want to use your weapon as a pillow”... Help, whose weapon is an arm?! The silver-haired uncle I met at my summer job turned out to be a top-tier star novelist on the global rich list? Lin Xiaoman only wanted to earn enough for next semester’s living expenses, but when she handed over his coffee, she found herself looking into a pair of gray-blue eyes as deep as the sea. Alexander King, the literary giant whose every word was worth a fortune, was now using a translator to spout outrageous pickup lines at her: “You’re like mango pudding? The software says it’s sweet.” The screen’s cold glow fell across his elegant suit and her half-spilled iced Americano. It was all equally absurd. A breakup as soon as school starts? She fled back to Hangzhou to bury herself in textbooks, but he chased after her with an international flight and a mountain of spicy strips! “I’ve booked the Four Seasons. Fruit? Snacks? Send me a list.” One text message blew her calculus notes away. Their age gap, the language barrier, his billionaire aura: all of it vanished when he showed up carrying a whole durian and enough Weilong spicy strips to build a beacon tower. It was just that this translator was hopelessly bad. His heartfelt confession instantly became a line from a weapon catalog: “I want to use your weapon as a pillow and sleep!” Help! Can this romance possibly work?!