Jiang Chun was a very straightforward girl. She had already taken a liking to Tang Zhizhou, but because his conditions were too good, she felt they had no chance together. That’s why during dinner, she simply put on a detached attitude and spoke frankly.

But Tang Zhizhou, whether bewitched or for some other reason, didn’t follow the easy way out. Instead, he said they were compatible and could try dating.

Jiang Chun was stunned for two seconds, and with the mentality that even if he was bewitched, she might as well temporarily take advantage and later brag about having an ex-boyfriend, she promptly agreed.

Just like that, Jiang Chun transformed once again, becoming Tang Zhizhou’s girlfriend.

Perhaps because of her previous experience of giving her all to a relationship that still failed miserably, Jiang Chun was surprisingly open-minded after becoming Tang Zhizhou’s girlfriend. She always felt it was a day-to-day situation, and while Tang Zhizhou was still officially her boyfriend, she should fully enjoy the girlfriend treatment.

For the first two weeks, she still pretended to be reserved. When Tang Zhizhou invited her to art exhibitions or to watch art films, she agreed and even endured Ji Mingshu’s demonic torments in an attempt to transform, to become a hidden pearl that would shine brightly.

After two weeks, the pearl herself announced her surrender.

Ji Mingshu’s socialite qualities, cultivated over more than twenty years, couldn’t be quickly mastered.

Jiang Chun thought about it and couldn’t be bothered to continue pretending to be a reserved heiress in front of Tang Zhizhou.

That persona didn’t suit her at all. She would probably never have earth-shattering aesthetics or weigh less than 100 pounds in this lifetime.

Besides, she wasn’t short, and weighing just over 100 pounds corresponded to being slightly thin by weight standards. Why torture herself with Ji Mingshu’s demonic standards?

Additionally, Tang Zhizhou had been saying he was busy lately. They hadn’t seen each other for a week, and Jiang Chun had a feeling he had already tasted the novelty and was preparing to abandon her, so she completely let herself go. When Tang Zhizhou invited her to watch a high-brow play again, she directly refused.

“I’m sorry, but I’m not interested. I’d just sleep for two or three hours there, which would be a waste of money. Also, I don’t like Western food,” she thought seriously and added, “though the desserts at the Western restaurants you chose were quite good.”

After saying this, she hugged her pillow tightly, waiting for Tang Zhizhou’s response.

For someone with Tang Zhizhou’s personality, directly proposing a breakup was unlikely.

She thought the most likely scenario was that he would first apologize, then make excuses about being busy with work, and postpone their next meeting. Then, after two or three days, he would send a WeChat message saying they weren’t compatible. This way, he would successfully achieve a dignified breakup.

As she expected, Tang Zhizhou was silent for a few seconds before apologizing to her, but the subsequent plot deviated slightly from her preset trajectory.

After apologizing, Tang Zhizhou suddenly laughed lightly, “Actually, I don’t like watching plays or eating Western food either. I just thought that you girls would like this kind of date.”

Soon, he asked with scholarly rigor: “So what do you like? Ice skating, skiing, trampolining, archery?”

Jiang Chun could even hear the sound of him uncapping his pen from the other end of the phone, ready to take notes.

She paused, “You can do all these things?”

Tang Zhizhou: “A little bit.”

No, from her shallow understanding of Tang Zhizhou, when he said he knew “a little bit” about something, it meant he was at least exceptionally outstanding among amateur enthusiasts.

Seeing that Jiang Chun remained silent for a long time, he continued, “What about haunted houses or escape rooms? The graduate students I supervise sometimes take their girlfriends there. As for food, I’m flexible. We can eat whatever you like.”

After another long while, Jiang Chun finally said in a small voice, “These all sound quite interesting… but this isn’t a breakup meal, is it?”

Tang Zhizhou seemed to be taken aback, then laughed again, “What are you imagining?”

“I’m making a reasonable suspicion!”

Tang Zhizhou pondered for a moment, then honestly said, “Although we’ve only been together for less than a month, I like you, and I have no intention of breaking up with you.”

When Jiang Chun heard this, she was sitting cross-legged on the bed, hugging a Peppa Pig plushie and watching a variety show.

Whether the air conditioner was set to the wrong mode or for some other reason, her face instantly turned as pink as the pink pig.

She stuttered an “Oh,” as if the signal was poor, unable to continue.

Tang Zhizhou, however, was calm and proactively discussed their date and time for tomorrow.

She vaguely agreed, then said, “Well… it’s getting late, I’m going to sleep. You should sleep early too.”

“Sleeping already?” Tang Zhizhou asked with interest. “I seem to hear you still watching a variety show. This episode first aired at eight o’clock the night before yesterday. Coincidentally, last night while waiting for data with my graduate students, I watched it at double speed. Judging by the dialogue, you’ve only watched about a third of it. Are you going to sleep now?”

“…?”

Jiang Chun slapped her tablet case shut. “Yes, sleeping. Otherwise, if I don’t hang up, do you want to listen to my breathing?”

Tang Zhizhou: “That’s not a bad idea.”

Jiang Chun: “…”

She had just mentioned it casually. What kind of demon was this?

Tang Zhizhou: “Lie down quickly.”

Jiang Chun silently pulled out a steam eye mask from her bedside drawer, put it on, turned off the lights, placed her phone by her pillow, and lay down with her hands folded on her little belly, closing her eyes properly.

“I’m lying down, I’m going to sleep.”

“Mm.”

Jiang Chun had originally planned to lie down for about ten minutes, then pretend to roll over and accidentally hit her phone to hang up. But unexpectedly, once she put on the steam eye mask, she unwittingly fell asleep.

At five-thirty in the morning, Jiang Chun got up to use the bathroom.

When she lay back in bed, she was surprised to find that the call hadn’t been disconnected. Half-asleep and without thinking, she called out, “Professor Tang? Tang Zhizhou?”

“Mm, awake?”

“…”

“I wasn’t awake, but you scared me wide awake.”

Tang Zhizhou laughed.

Jiang Chun held her frightened, wildly beating heart with one hand and picked up her phone with the other. “It’s five-thirty, you haven’t slept yet?”

Tang Zhizhou: “I’m already up, getting ready for my morning run.”

Jiang Chun: “Getting up at five-thirty for a morning run… you’re terrifying.”

Tang Zhizhou: “I have very good stamina.”

“…?”

She suspected he was implying something, but had no evidence.

Tang Zhizhou went downstairs and reminded her, “By the way, you talk in your sleep, which is a sign of poor sleep quality. You should exercise more, avoid staying up late, drink a cup of hot milk before bed, and maintain a regular schedule.”

“What did I say in my sleep?” Jiang Chun completely missed the point.

Tang Zhizhou thought for a moment, “Nothing much, just expressing your admiration for me.”

“…?”

“Stop making things up.”

Jiang Chun hung up the phone unceremoniously, then buried herself under the covers.

After half a minute, she emerged from the blanket to breathe, beginning to wonder if she had indulged in her habit of swooning over him in her sleep.

When Tang Zhizhou finished his morning run, he was drinking water and checking his phone. He found that his little girlfriend had sent him a long explanation about her sleep-talking ten minutes earlier. At the end, perhaps feeling that this explanation lacked persuasiveness and seemed to be covering up, she finally sent a “lying dead” emoji, completely giving up the struggle.

Tang Zhizhou swallowed his water, holding back laughter, thinking about how his little girlfriend might be tossing and turning in bed, unable to sleep, secretly regretting. He found it especially adorable.

The dinner at the Jiang family with matchmaking intentions wasn’t the first time Tang Zhizhou had seen Jiang Chun.

He first saw Jiang Chun at a cross-disciplinary art salon before that blind date.

After returning to China, Tang Zhizhou had been staying at C University’s AI lab, developing medical artificial intelligence projects. Although China’s academic research environment wasn’t ideal, and he had to supervise graduate students and teach one or two irrelevant theoretical courses as required, overall, the circles he engaged with were relatively pure.

But being part of the Tang family, having returned to China, he inevitably had to intersect with the capital’s elite circles.

That salon event gathered the capital’s elites, with half of the heiresses and socialites in attendance. The scene was full of flattery and glamour, which he was familiar with but not interested in.

At that time, Jiang Chun was being ridiculed for Yan Yu’s infidelity and had been depressed at home for quite a while. This was her first event since going out, and she was accompanied by the plastic sisters who had previously instigated her to challenge Ji Mingshu.

Jiang Chun was exactly as her name suggested, either pure or simply naive.

Although she felt Ji Mingshu was different from what these sisters described, she didn’t know that these people didn’t consider her a friend at all, nor did she realize these plastic sisters were merely on the fringes of the socialite circle with no real background. They hung out with her both to take advantage of her and to look down on her while envying her, deliberately instigating her to make a fool of herself in public.

Just as she was emerging from her depression, the plastic sisters first consoled her well, then, when they saw Ji Mingshu appear in the distance, they began to poison her mind.

“G, Ji Mingshu is here too.”

“How could she not come? She’s always where the spotlight is.”

“What a pretense. Who knows how she grovels before her husband at home.”

Jiang Chun interrupted, “I think Ji Mingshu isn’t as you describe.”

“Then what is she like?”

“Darling, don’t forget how she ridiculed you before.”

“Yes, when has she ever respected you?”

Jiang Chun interrupted again, “She never looked down on me, she even helped me.”

“Help you? How did she help you?”

Before Jiang Chun could respond, the other two chimed in:

“Oh, right, wasn’t it she who spread the news about Yan Yu’s cheating?”

“Yes, she was at the scene, right? Who else could it have been but her?”

Jiang Chun, for once in her life, with quick thinking, asked, “How do you know she was at the scene?”

In the version circulating outside, there was no mention of Ji Mingshu’s presence at all.

That woman slipped up, her composure faltering. She tucked her hair, a bit embarrassed, stammering for a long time without offering a complete explanation.

Jiang Chun seemed to suddenly have a breakthrough in her understanding, her reasoning ability soaring to the peak of her life.

She realized with a sudden epiphany, “Do you know that mistress? When I saw photos of you meeting with that mistress and asked you, you said you didn’t know her, that you were just coincidentally with a friend of a friend. You know each other, don’t you?”

The woman who had misspoken looked at the other two women, seeking help. But the other two were also nervous, averting their gaze to avoid eye contact.

Jiang Chun pressed on, “The Paris incident was actively spread by that mistress, wasn’t it? And you played a part in it, right?”

The woman had never expected Jiang Chun’s brain to suddenly become so sharp, and not being a professional actress, her expression grew increasingly guilty.

Jiang Chun’s anger was fully charged, her little mouth unable to stop:

“You’re so despicable yourself, and still throw dirt on Ji Mingshu. Are you particularly jealous of Ji Mingshu, jealous that she’s the center of attention and high above?”

“Now that I think about it, I was really stupid. Every time I was instigated to trouble Ji Mingshu, you were involved, and you, you!”

She pointed at the other two women, folded her arms across her chest, and laughed in anger with an “I’ve seen through you all” expression.

“I finally understand now. Why is Ji Mingshu completely different from what you all described? So you’ve been using my money, using me as a pawn, and laughing at me. Do you think I’m particularly stupid and easy to bully?”

“Let me tell you, if you dare to speak ill of Ji Mingshu to me again, I’ll beat you to death! Also! Return all the bags, dresses, and shoes I gave you! Have you no shame?!”

When Tang Zhizhou heard this, half a mouthful of red wine caught in his throat, neither going up nor down. He suppressed a cough twice, almost choking.

He hadn’t expected to hear a girl threaten to “beat you to death” in such a situation to defend another girl, which was quite amusing.

He instinctively looked back and just happened to see the exposed woman, furious but mindful of the occasion, lowering her voice to warn, “Jiang Chun! Watch where you’re making a scene!”

“What place should I be watching? Am I still afraid of losing face?!”

“I’m telling you all, if you don’t return my things, just wait for it. You know what my dad used to do, right?!”

Tang Zhizhou looked at the girl’s fearless, somewhat adorably delicate face, and couldn’t help but curve his lips.

Jiang Chun.

Even her name was cute.

The aftermath of this incident concluded with Ji Mingshu stepping forward to form a united front with Jiang Chun.

Tang Zhizhou knew about this Ji Mingshu girl. She had been arrogant and domineering since childhood, but he hadn’t heard rumors about her being very promiscuous or behaving outrageously. She probably had good judgment. Being friends with her wasn’t a bad thing.

He had another symposium to attend and couldn’t stay long, but in those brief ten minutes, Jiang Chun had already left a profound impression on him.

Later, after a few busy days of work, he finally had a weekend off, and his family happened to arrange a blind date for him.

Since returning to China, his family had arranged more than a dozen blind dates for him. Besides the first two, which he attended without knowing their true nature, he basically didn’t go to the subsequent ones, or if he did, he had the ability to quickly end the meeting.

This time, hearing it was his grandfather’s lifesaver from Shenzhen years ago, he had initially planned to find an excuse to be absent at the last minute, to avoid the awkwardness of rejection after the meeting. But when he accidentally learned that the other party’s surname was Jiang, he changed his mind and went to the appointment.

When Jiang Chun learned about this, she and Tang Zhizhou were eating hot pot.

The previous night’s phone call had been circling in Jiang Chun’s mind. She was too curious, and after attentively cooking half a bowl of vegetables for Tang Zhizhou, she eagerly asked, “Do you like me? Why do you like me?”

Tang Zhizhou pondered for a moment, then told her about their first meeting, which she had been unaware of.

After listening, Jiang Chun thought men were strange, actually finding this cute and genuine rather than stupid and impetuous.

She silently lowered her gaze, eating and occasionally sipping cola, her forehead sweating.

Tang Zhizhou saw her lips turning red from the spicy food, yet she continued to wander in the beef tallow and red soup, even coating each piece with dry chili powder. He instinctively called the waiter to bring a bottle of room-temperature Wangzai milk.

He opened the pull-tab of the Wangzai milk can, pushed it towards Jiang Chun, and confiscated her cola, “Don’t eat like this, you’ll get a stomachache.”

Jiang Chun, with her mouth full of a small crab roe bun, made a couple of “mm” sounds, her eyebrows slightly furrowed, but she didn’t resist much.

After swallowing the crab roe bun, she reciprocated by cooking some fatty beef rolls in the clear soup pot, placing them in the non-spicy oil dish, and pushing them to Tang Zhizhou.

As Tang Zhizhou reached for it, she didn’t let go. “One more question.”

“Mm?”

“With your conditions being so good, have you dated many girlfriends before?”

Tang Zhizhou nodded, not denying it, “I have had girlfriends, but not many.”

“How many?”

“Two.”

Jiang Chun didn’t ask further, but Tang Zhizhou voluntarily explained, “One was during my sophomore year, we were classmates in the same department, and dated for one semester. The other was during my first year of graduate school, when we were in the same research group for about two and a half months. I was the one who got dumped in both cases.”

“…?”

Such a long period of being single, such short relationships, and still getting dumped? With his conditions, this didn’t make sense.

Tang Zhizhou continued to reflect, “I don’t know how to date. When we first get to know each other, you might think I’m very considerate in dealing with people, but after spending more time together, you’ll find that I might be a bit boring, not particularly good at caring for a girl’s feelings, and have many other shortcomings, but I’ll try to improve in the future.”

“You mean you’re a bit of a straight man cancer?” Jiang Chun said nonchalantly.

Tang Zhizhou thought it was quite fitting but didn’t want to admit it.

Jiang Chun picked up a slice of potato, gesturing for him to open his mouth.

He obediently opened his mouth, and Jiang Chun took the opportunity to stuff the potato in, looking at him with a smile while resting her chin on her hand, finding him completely satisfactory from every angle.

Straight man cancer? No big deal, still treatable.

As they were finishing the hot pot, they happened to be discussing going to an amusement park. Tang Zhizhou checked his class schedule and said he was free on Thursday. Jiang Chun cheerfully agreed and began to clear the remaining plate of crispy meat.

Tang Zhizhou, looking at his schedule, suddenly remembered the previous open class and casually asked, “By the way, when you came to listen to my open class before, you were already downstairs. Why did you say it would take another fifteen minutes to arrive?”

Jiang Chun nearly choked to death. She took the Wangzai he handed her and drank almost half the bottle before catching her breath.

Tang Zhizhou realized he might have asked something wrong and coughed apologetically, “Did I ask something I shouldn’t have?”

Jiang Chun wiped her lips and said expressionlessly, “I was trying to appear reserved, not wanting you to think I cared so much that I had left early.”

Then she added, “I think I know why you got dumped.”

Tang Zhizhou was slightly stunned, then laughed, “You are very cute.”

Jiang Chun stuffed a piece of crispy meat into his mouth with an expressionless face, “Don’t call me cute! Call me beautiful!”

“Mm, beautiful.”

Although they established their relationship quickly at the beginning, due to the rapid pace and shallow understanding, they occasionally performed a “we’re not very familiar” polite courtesy.

After an open and honest conversation, their relationship grew much closer, becoming more like lovers.

Jiang Chun affectionately nicknamed Tang Zhizhou “Professor Zhou Zhou” and made him change her contact name to “Pure Baby,” occasionally sneaking into C University to curl up in his office watching variety shows.

Tang Zhizhou’s graduate students were initially very surprised that their professor, who wasn’t known for being attracted to beauty, had quietly found a girlfriend. But within a week, they all got used to it, affectionately calling Jiang Chun “Shimu” (teacher’s wife).

Jiang Chun didn’t mind them making her sound old and often brought them fun things to eat, helping divert Tang Zhizhou’s attention when he was about to find fault with them.

These graduate students, not much younger than her, all willingly surrendered to her, serving as her eyes and ears, tirelessly promoting the fact that Tang Zhizhou was already spoken for throughout the school, while also faithfully reporting Tang Zhizhou’s every move.

Tang Zhizhou wasn’t angry at all because Jiang Chun did everything openly and honestly. Before doing anything, she would tell him clearly what she was going to do, how she planned to do it, and why she wanted to do it—so straightforward that he couldn’t muster any anger.

With Jiang Chun, he felt much happier than before.

On the weekend, they agreed to play an escape room. Jiang Chun had a fairly large appetite for scary things, watching “The Grudge” and “The Ring” without changing expression while eating instant noodles, and after eating her fill, she could sleep soundly. So she directly chose the most difficult and scariest option, the “Midnight Morgue.”

—But Tang Zhizhou didn’t know this.

She had originally thought that since Tang Zhizhou didn’t know, she could take the opportunity to show her vulnerable side. But as soon as they entered the escape room, Tang Zhizhou began his rigorous critique.

“The bloodstains are far too fake, not even animal blood. I read online that this place just opened three months ago, possibly freshly renovated, and there’s still a paint smell. Let’s pass through quickly. Substandard decoration materials are bad for health.”

Jiang Chun: “…”

Alright, she was just about to change her approach, not pretending to be fragile but showing admiration.

But she didn’t even see clearly how Tang Zhizhou solved the first room! And somehow she dazedly followed him to the third room!

Tang Zhizhou dialed a few numbers on the numeric puzzle at the end of the room, and swoosh, the door opened to another room.

She finally interjected, “What was that? How did you do it so quickly?”

“Rail fence cipher, very simple.”

What the heck was that?

Jiang Chun took Tang Zhizhou’s arm, genuinely admiring, “Professor Zhou Zhou, you’re amazing!”

Tang Zhizhou ruffled her head, his eyes smiling, but he didn’t speak.

By the last room, the solution method was already obvious—find the numbers that would be passed through in several correct signal paths on the maze map, then find the pattern to correctly arrange this set of numbers, open the treasure chest, and get the key to exit the final room.

But Tang Zhizhou stood in front of the maze map without moving for a long time.

Jiang Chun silently found a path and curiously asked, “Do you think this is too simple and don’t want to do it?”

Tang Zhizhou made an affirmative sound, then said, “I want to spend more time with you. Aren’t you going traveling with your best friends tomorrow?”

Jiang Chun’s face flushed. She peeked at Tang Zhizhou and quickly leaned forward to kiss him.

Tang Zhizhou paused briefly, touching his lower lip with the pad of his ring finger, then tightened his grip on Jiang Chun’s waist and bent down for a deep kiss.

The staff sitting in front of the monitors had been laughing at players in other rooms trembling with fear, but when they turned to the “Underground Morgue” camera, they felt this dog food came a bit suddenly and was somewhat NSFW.

The staff member playing a corpse in the underground morgue felt even more aggrieved. The couple had arrogantly breezed through all the checkpoints, solving the previous puzzle without even triggering his hint in the morgue.

Now he sat up in his corner morgue, fanning himself while watching the couple with their backs to him. He had originally planned to scare them when they turned around, but not only did they have no intention of turning around, they started kissing as if no one was there! The corpse itself felt a subtle humiliation!!!

Jiang Chun and Tang Zhizhou’s relationship progressed smoothly. They dated every few days, with Tang Zhizhou responsible for finding fun places and Jiang Chun responsible for finding delicious food. During a short holiday, Tang Zhizhou even drove her to a neighboring city to climb mountains.

During the New Year, Tang Zhizhou took her to meet his parents, grandfather, and grandmother at the Tang family home. Initially, she was very nervous, afraid his parents wouldn’t approve of her. The Education Bureau leader and the Writers Association vice chairman sounded very serious—she had been most afraid of writing compositions as a child.

But she hadn’t expected Tang Zhizhou’s parents to be quite different from her imagination. They had very good personalities in private and showed no disdain for her low cultural level.

His mother even asked her how to use those popular short video apps and whether she could recommend any good cooking bloggers. In short, the overall atmosphere of the Tang family was very comfortable.

Tang Zhizhou also visited the Jiang family with her. Jiang Hongtao was, needless to say, extremely satisfied with Tang Zhizhou. After a few drinks, he even changed his address to “son-in-law.”

Having visited both sets of parents, they had essentially received approval from both families.

After the New Year, the Tang family proactively invited discussions about engagement matters, and the parents secretly also arranged the wedding date.

Their wedding date was set for May of the following year, as the wedding dress and rings needed time for customization, and venue arrangements and other intricate details still needed time to plan.

At the end of that year, a minor incident occurred in the capital—Yan Family’s largest economic source, Yan Heavy Industry, declared bankruptcy.

Even a lean camel is larger than a horse. The Yan family had transferred some assets and had already completed immigration procedures, with the whole family immigrating to Canada.

However, Yan Yu owed a lot of debts that he didn’t want to repay and was put on the list of dishonest persons subject to enforcement. Although he left, the Yan family was effectively removed from the capital’s elite families.

Jiang Chun had long lost interest in Yan Yu. When she heard this news, she didn’t even feel vindicated. She had moved on long ago and wouldn’t have any emotional fluctuations regardless of what happened to him.

Much later, she heard from Ji Mingshu that the final straw that broke Yan Heavy Industry’s back was placed by the Tang family together with her father, Jiang Hongtao.

Her father was incredible—before crushing them, he made sure to squeeze out the last bit of profit while giving them a beating they couldn’t complain about.

She finally understood how her father had endured the great loss of face when Yan Yu arrogantly broke off their engagement. A businessman’s revenge might take ten years.

Yan Yu left with a swagger.

But the little white lotus he left behind suffered.

That little white lotus’s stage name was Song Zirou, which quite matched her pure, innocent white lotus aura. After hooking up with Yan Yu, she explicitly and implicitly released many articles saying she had strong backing and how powerful her boyfriend’s background was.

In the entertainment industry, finding someone like Yan Yu for a young starlet indeed counted as having strong backing.

Yan Yu was bewitched by her. Later, at Zhang Er’s birthday party, Ji Mingshu stood up for Jiang Chun and slapped her. When the video leaked out, Yan Yu went into a fury defending his “beloved,” claiming they were in a proper relationship, effectively confirming her position as his girlfriend.

But Yan Yu was Yan Yu, and the Yan family was the Yan family.

The Yan family wanted to find a powerful in-law to lean on. Even if she used all eighteen martial arts to trip up Yan Yu, the Yan family never gave her a second glance.

When disaster struck and everyone scattered, Song Zirou was the first to issue a breakup statement, distancing herself from Yan Yu, and taking the opportunity to gain some attention.

But even so, her first prime-time TV drama fell flat on its face, creating a huge crater for the TV station.

Her competitors spared no effort in issuing announcements and buying hot searches, wanting nothing more than to trample her, who had previously been arrogant and grabbed resources, into the earth’s core.

The last time Jiang Chun saw Song Zirou was at a brand’s autumn/winter fashion show. By then, she had already hooked up with a new patron, though the quality of this new patron couldn’t compare to Yan Yu—he was much older and had a legal wife at home. Both parties were aware of the situation, merely exchanging resources for fun.

Song Zirou happened to be seated at the same table as her and gently congratulated her on her upcoming marriage, but then turned the conversation to subtly ridicule that she and Tang Zhizhou were not well-matched, and she should be careful.

Jiang Chun rolled her eyes, not bothering to respond.

But her friend persistently built up the conversation, mentioning meeting Tang Zhizhou’s ex-girlfriend in the United States recently. The ex-girlfriend had delicate features, an elegant temperament, was proficient in multiple languages, and was now thriving at a well-known tech company in Silicon Valley.

Jiang Chun laughed and didn’t bother to be polite, “What work was Miss Song doing in the United States that she could meet Silicon Valley elites? Was it the legendary companion service? I thought only low-grade internet celebrities and escorts would do companion services. I didn’t expect Miss Song, who almost became a Yan family daughter-in-law and is a popular star, would condescend to such a level. Oh, Miss Song, being so concerned about someone else’s fiancé’s ex-girlfriend, didn’t you also go to Canada to see your ex-boyfriend?”

The terms “Yan family daughter-in-law,” “popular star,” “condescend,” and “ex-boyfriend” were delivered with particular emphasis and multiple layers of meaning.

Song Zirou’s face instantly changed through various colors, becoming extraordinarily vivid.

Jiang Chun stood up, smilingly waving her large diamond ring, “I hope the next time I see Miss Song won’t be in a hot search about being beaten by a legal wife. Goodbye.”

Although Jiang Chun didn’t show any weakness when confronting Song Zirou, when she later thought about Tang Zhizhou’s ex-girlfriend mentioned by Song Zirou, she couldn’t help but search online.

Judging from her Facebook updates, Tang Zhizhou’s ex-girlfriend had settled in the United States and was also engaged to her boyfriend, living happily. However, Song Zirou wasn’t wrong—she was indeed very accomplished.

The next day, when trying on wedding dresses, Jiang Chun was somewhat dejected.

Coming out of the fitting room, she still couldn’t help but pull at Tang Zhizhou’s clothes, chattering for a while, and finally asked, “Why did you stop liking someone as outstanding as your ex-girlfriend and come to like me? I don’t seem to have many good qualities.”

Tang Zhizhou turned her hand over and held it, kissing it, “You have many good qualities, you just don’t think they are good qualities. Also, liking is just liking, there’s no ‘why.'”

Jiang Chun looked up at him and finally smiled after a long while, “Professor Zhou Zhou, I’ll be a good wife to you in the future.”

She lifted the hem of her wedding dress and twirled in front of him, “Am I beautiful?”

Tang Zhizhou looked at her with smiling eyes, genuinely complimenting, “Beautiful.”