In elementary school, teachers would ask during class meetings what kind of person everyone dreamed of becoming when they grew up. Jiang Chun thought that was probably when scientists had their highest visibility, other than when receiving Nobel Prizes.

Children are always pure. As they grow older, everyone discovers that scientists don’t make much money, can’t drive luxury cars, or live in villas. They can only spend day after day in laboratories doing work that is great but tedious, and 99.9% of this greatness will likely never be understood by others.

So by the time they reached middle school class meetings, there were many more presumptuous “richest people” who wanted to dominate their fields.

Compared to these “richest people,” Jiang Chun felt a bit proud, because she considered herself a very pure person who had consistently dreamed of becoming a landlady since elementary school, able to carry a sack each month and go door to door collecting rent.

Heaven may have been moved by her purity and unwavering determination. In her second year of middle school, her dream came true. It wasn’t anything special, just good fortune and her father’s capabilities.

In earlier years, the tiny fishing village where the Jiang family lived was relocated for development. Her father, Jiang Hongtao, faced with the choice between a huge compensation payment plus one house or partial compensation plus several buildings, had the foresight to choose the latter.

The real estate industry then was incomparable to what it is now, and the compensated buildings were in a suburb so remote that even ghosts wouldn’t want to rent there.

No one expected that suburban area to transform into prime real estate, nor did they expect Jiang Chun to naturally evolve from a fishing village’s rich beauty into the daughter of a Shenzhen tycoon.

Heiress Jiang Chun once thought she had reached the peak of her life, but what was even more unexpected was that her father was overly capable. In less than ten years, using the explosive initial capital, he created a restaurant empire and ambitiously moved the whole family to the capital, bluntly using money to break through the copper walls and iron barriers of the capital’s prestigious families.

And Jiang Chun naturally upgraded again, becoming a nouveau riche socialite in the capital.

However, because her personal qualities in various aspects were quite insufficient, the self-proclaimed noble and elegant true socialites privately hardly looked up to her.

This directly led to her first few years in the capital being very unhappy despite having lots of money, and she was foolish enough to be instigated into creating many jokes.

Perhaps the biggest joke was when she caught her fiancé, Yan Yu, cheating with a little white lotus celebrity, and Yan Yu turned on her on the spot to protect the little white lotus.

It must be admitted that it was probably the most embarrassing moment in her life that she was most unwilling to revisit.

She had always thought Yan Yu was different from others in this circle. He was gentle and considerate, sunny and cheerful, and very understanding. Most importantly, he never looked down on her.

But later she learned that the Yan family was declining, and Yan Yu had only reluctantly agreed to get engaged to her to obtain her father’s substantial assets. In reality, he despised her to the point of not wanting to sleep with her, yet she still naively believed that not having sex before marriage was Yan Yu’s way of respecting her.

After experiencing such an unprecedented scumbag like Yan Yu, Jiang Chun temporarily lost faith in love and devoted all her limited energy to maintaining new friendships.

She was fortunate in misfortune. When she caught Yan Yu cheating, the scene was witnessed by Ji Mingshu, a core figure in the capital’s socialite circle. Ji Mingshu stood up for her, and they formed a connection, quickly becoming good friends.

She used to dislike Ji Mingshu, partly due to others’ instigation, but also because Ji Mingshu always had a high-and-mighty attitude that looked down on everyone, and a casual remark from her could make people lose their appetite for three meals.

But after becoming good friends, she put a “bestie filter” on all of Ji Mingshu’s behaviors that were identical to before, and sincerely felt that Ji Mingshu was the most beautiful, cutest, kindest-hearted girl in the world, while men were all stinky pig trotters.

Until Tang Zhizhou appeared.

Tang Zhizhou was the new blind date arranged by her father, Jiang Hongtao. Jiang Hongtao praised the Tang family to high heaven, saying they were a scholarly and medical family well-known in Shanghai since the Republic era, having produced many famous and distinguished figures.

This generation was also extraordinary. Tang Zhizhou’s grandfather was a medical authority, his father was an education bureau leader, his uncle was an academician of the Chinese Academy of Sciences, his younger uncle was the leading figure in domestic orthodox detective fiction, and his mother was the vice chairman of the Writers Association and a well-known female literary author…

The least accomplished in the family was probably some rebellious cousin who had dropped out of school at a young age, but even he was now the founder of a certain web novel site.

As for Tang Zhizhou himself, he was from the University of Science and Technology of China’s youth class, had completed his Stanford Computer Science PhD at a young age, and was now the youngest professor at a certain 985 university’s Computer Science Department, as well as the head of the university’s AI lab, focusing on artificial intelligence with limitless prospects.

After hearing this introduction to a family full of intellectuals, Jiang Chun was stunned for about half a minute before belatedly asking, “Is he bald?”

Jiang Hongtao was still immersed in his vision of his future son-in-law, glanced at her, and said, “What nonsense are you talking about?”

Jiang Chun: “Then is he very ugly?”

“Ugly? What ugly? He’s a tall guy, 1.85 meters, refined and clean, an absolute talent in appearance! I think this young Tang is very good!” Jiang Hongtao said while gesturing to indicate height.

Jiang Chun was silent for a moment. “Dad, tell me the truth, I can accept it depending on the situation.”

“?”

“Does he have a divorce history, erectile dysfunction, domestic violence, drug addiction, or does he simply not like women?”

Jiang Hongtao was confused by the question, and when he came to his senses, he couldn’t help but poke her head and scold, “What nonsense are you thinking about all day? You’re my only daughter, would I push you into a fire pit?!”

“No, but if their family is so good, why do they want to set up a blind date with me? There are so many socialites for their family to choose from,” Jiang Chun wondered while dodging and rubbing the spot that had been poked.

Jiang Hongtao stood up and put his hands on his hips for a while, finally laughing, “I see you’re quite self-aware.”

Jiang Chun sat honestly on the side, looking at her nose and heart, “Having nothing but money, shouldn’t I have some self-awareness?”

Jiang Hongtao pointed at her for quite a while, and it was a good while before he could respond, “You little girl, you’re still not satisfied with having money!”

Jiang Chun rolled her eyes very disrespectfully, thinking that Ji Mingshu and her father would definitely have a lot to talk about if they sat down together, because they were both faithful advocates of the theory that “there’s nothing money can’t solve, and if there is, it’s because you don’t have enough.”

However, this time her father wasn’t lying to her. Tang Zhizhou was indeed a proper gentleman from a scholarly family, handsome, wealthy, with a high IQ and EQ, unmarried, not pregnant, and without any bad habits—a perfect man.

As for why the Tang family was willing to have a blind date with their nouveau riche family, it traced back to her father helping the Tang patriarch many years ago in Shenzhen.

Coincidentally, the charitable organization her father had been anonymously donating to over the years was headed by the Tang family. The Tang patriarch felt that her father had good business ethics and character, and by extension, thought his daughter must also be of good character, so he actively arranged this blind date.

On the day of the blind date, Tang Zhizhou wore a light gray striped casual shirt with a simple platinum watch on his wrist.

His skin was fair, with smooth and clean contours, a clean, handsome, and distinct appearance. Even simply sitting in the living room, he was eye-catching.

Especially those clear, ink-black eyes, along with slightly upturned thin lips, seeming to smile but not quite, when he glanced over, it was as if he could see through people’s hearts.

Jiang Chun was suspicious, feeling that he didn’t seem like someone in artificial intelligence, but more like someone in psychology.

The blind date began with a family dinner, and after the dinner, the elders encouraged her and Tang Zhizhou to go out for a walk.

Tang Zhizhou was polite and cultured throughout, taking her for coffee, then to a supermarket, and finally exchanging WeChat contacts with her—everything was impeccable.

But after the blind date, Jiang Chun felt very down.

A person so handsome and so perfect probably didn’t lack girlfriends. Most likely, he was just making an appearance to please his grandfather. She felt she had probably blown it.

Later, when she recounted the blind date details to Ji Mingshu, she realized that what she thought was a perfect blind date included a major accident of failed pretentiousness without her knowing.

When Tang Zhizhou asked which painters she liked, she casually said she liked Ba Da Shan Ren and others. Because she had heard Ji Mingshu say her husband had bought paintings by Ba Da Shan Ren, she assumed they must be a group of impressive painters.

When they were at the supermarket, to show her sophistication, she also said she couldn’t find the kind of pear she liked called “strawberry,” thus unknowingly making a double blunder of pretentious failure.

Thinking back to that moment of embarrassment that could pierce through the earth without her even realizing it, it must have been hard for Tang Zhizhou to hold back his laughter. Her heart felt dead as she sent Tang Zhizhou a WeChat message admitting her mistake.

Jiang Chun: [Was it difficult for you to hold back your laughter today…]

Jiang Chun: [I’m sorry, I made a fool of myself, I’m embarrassed TvT]

She had originally planned to wait for Tang Zhizhou to politely say “it’s alright” before mutually deleting each other and never meeting again, but unexpectedly, Tang Zhizhou replied: [I think you’re very cute. I feel like I’ve never met a girl like you before.]

Jiang Chun strongly suspected that what he wanted to express was “I’ve never met a girl as stupid as you.”

Jiang Chun: [Today you finally did…]

Tang Zhizhou: [Yes, I’m honored.]

OK, commercial flattery ends here.

Jiang Chun fell back onto her bed, and unexpectedly, her phone rang twice more. Tang Zhizhou sent a voice message, “I have an open class tomorrow morning. Would you like to come and listen?”

His voice in the message sounded deep, warm, and carried a hint of barely perceptible enticement.