When he opened his eyes, he saw an unfamiliar ceiling.
One glance was enough to tell him this was not his home.
Then Zhao Cheng remembered. This was a guesthouse.
As for Zhao Cheng himself, he was twenty-six this year, single since birth, four years out of college, and a corporate drone.
Thinking back over the past twenty-plus years, from elementary school until now, Zhao Cheng realized there seemed to have been quite a few girls he liked, yet not a single one had worked out. But on closer thought, he simply liked pretty ones. It was only normal that nothing had come of it.
Smack!
Zhao Cheng slapped his forehead, feeling that something was off with him.
Why was he thinking about such profound things so early in the morning?
The world was pretty good now. Both boys and girls had clear heads and knew what they wanted.
He then picked up the phone by his bed and discovered that he had received a message. It was from a girl named Wang Yun.
Who was Wang Yun again?!
Having just woken up, Zhao Cheng's mind was still a little foggy. He stared blankly for over ten seconds before remembering that she was a colleague from his company.
As for their relationship, it was roughly this: she often said he was a good man, just too poor. Otherwise, she definitely would have latched onto him for good.
To Zhao Cheng, Wang Yun was someone beyond an acquaintance, but not quite a friend.
As for Wang Yun saying he was too poor—how many people who had just graduated and entered society weren't poor? She was no different; she was broke too.
Zhao Cheng supported her way of thinking as well. After all, he sometimes fantasized about a wealthy loli who could