The Girl Who Strategized Her Own Romance Through Imagination

The moment the girl saw Shen Qingling's handsome face, she blushed.

That face seemed to have been branded into her mind.

She could not help recalling how the young man had carried her in his arms. This was probably what it looked like when the male lead of a novel stepped into reality.

Rumor had it that Shen Qingling was an aloof and arrogant male idol who always kept his distance from girls, an unattainable flower on a high mountain. Countless Goddesses had met defeat at his hands.

That was why Shen Qingling had never dated anyone. He was everyone's unreachable white moonlight, someone no one dared aspire to.

Yet this very male idol had appeared in the news alongside her name. People were even shipping her with Shen Qingling, and she could not help feeling a little secretly delighted.

This was Shen Qingling! Who could understand how she felt?

077 reminded him, "Song Zhining's Heart-Throb Score has increased by another 5 points."

Shen Qingling had no idea what the girl before him had imagined again. Her already flushed face turned even redder, and her long lashes trembled, making her look adorable.

Thinking of Song Zhining's ending, then looking at the bright, springlike girl smiling before him, Shen Qingling gave a faint smile. He could be considered to have done a good deed.

"It's good that you're all right."

Song Zhining did not dare meet Shen Qingling's eyes. Her heart raced whenever she saw that face. Carefully, she pointed to the seat beside him. "I... can I sit next to you?"

The person before her always gave her a feeling that he could not be profaned. Even getting close to him made her instinctively cautious.

Shen Qingling smiled lightly. "Sit. Actually, you don't need to thank me. It's very possible that you were dragged into this because of me, so helping you was only right."

Song Zhining's Heart-Throb Score increased by another 5 points.

He knew her identity, yet not only did he not use the favor to ask for anything in return, he even comforted her and took all the responsibility onto himself. He was far too good!

As expected of Shen Qingling! A male idol was truly a male idol!

The girl sat down beside him and said softly, "Of course I should thank you. No matter what, you saved me and protected my reputation."

Shen Qingling asked seriously, "Has the matter been cleared up? Who was the person who kidnapped you?"

Resting her chin on her hand, Song Zhining shook her head. "Sigh, they still haven't found out. We only know it was a girl. That place was an abandoned restroom with no surveillance cameras, and hardly anyone went there normally. It won't be easy to find out anytime soon. We can only wait for the police's results."

"I should never have believed her lies so easily. It's really terrifying when I think about it. I don't even dare trust people now."

"But luckily, you helped me. Thank you for your clothes..."

Song Zhining suddenly paused when she got to that point.

Oh no, why did I suddenly bring that up?!

She turned her head to study Shen Qingling's expression. When she saw that the young man's ears were slightly red, Song Zhining secretly laughed.

He replied somewhat awkwardly, "Just forget about that. I also... didn't see anything. You don't need to take it to heart."

The more Shen Qingling spoke, the more uncomfortable he became. Song Zhining suddenly found him adorable, and her eyes curved into crescents.

She had never expected Shen Qingling to be so innocent. He must be embarrassed.

She had just seen a side of the cool, detached academic genius that no one else knew about. It was so interesting.

077's voice sounded again. "Song Zhining's Heart-Throb Score increased by 5... No, is this girl the queen of overthinking or what? I suspect she's about to fall in love with you."

"That's not strange. The Original Host's public image was that of a cold, aloof male idol. Now that she suddenly saw such a contrasting side of him, of course she found it interesting."

"No woman can reject a good man like me who's handsome and innocent, right? Especially a wealthy young lady who grew up surrounded by playboys."

"Host, you should thank the Original Host for establishing such a flawless good-guy persona for you."

"It's fine. Even if the Original Host had been a promiscuous scumbag, I could still win them over."

I can pretend to be whatever kind of man they like.

Just then, Song Zhining's phone rang. She told Shen Qingling and went aside to answer it.

Song Zhining's father had originally been overseas negotiating business. The moment he learned that something had happened to Song Zhining, he immediately booked a flight home.

A few minutes later, Song Zhining sat back down.

"My dad wants to invite you to dinner at my house this weekend to thank you for saving me. Are you free?"

Song Zhining looked at him expectantly. She wanted Shen Qingling to come visit her home, but she was also afraid he would refuse.

"Sorry, Miss Song. I'm not sure whether I'll have time this weekend."

A cold, aloof male idol still had to maintain a cold, aloof attitude. If he were too easy to approach, girls would easily feel that they could have him without effort. The more unattainable he was, the more unforgettable he became. White moonlight was white moonlight precisely because it could not be touched.

He had already shown Song Zhining enough tenderness today. Any more would make it cheap.

Song Zhining was, after all, a young lady from a wealthy family. Being rejected was something that rarely happened to her. First, she was surprised, and then...

Then her Heart-Throb Score increased again.

So many people wanted to attach themselves to the Song Family but never got the chance. Yet when the opportunity was placed right before Shen Qingling, he still refused. He truly was different from everyone else.

Song Zhining asked in confusion, "Do you have something to do this weekend?"

Shen Qingling replied calmly, "I'm going to work part-time."

Along with Shen Qingling's breathtaking looks and outstanding grades, his poverty was also well known.

However, everyone only knew that his family circumstances were poor. They did not know that he was actually an orphan.

When Song Zhining heard that Shen Qingling was going to work part-time to earn money, Song Zhining...

Song Zhining's Heart-Throb Score increased again.

077 was practically numb. "No, what is going on with this girl? Did you drug her? Is she really this easy to win over?"

"She probably thinks I'm independent and self-reliant. She's a flower raised in a greenhouse who doesn't know the hardships of the world. Naturally, she admires someone like me, who has to earn money with his own hands and can still speak of it so calmly."

"To put it plainly, she's wearing rose-tinted glasses for me now, so she thinks everything about me is great. Naturally, her Heart-Throb Score keeps shooting up."

This also proved one thing: Song Zhining was a girl with proper values. She would not look down on Shen Qingling because of his poor background, nor would she think working part-time to earn money was something to mock.

Song Zhining looked slightly disappointed, but then she tested the waters. "Then can we add each other on WeChat? If you have time, you can tell me, okay?"

She blinked and continued, "Don't worry, I won't bother you."

Shen Qingling would not refuse adding her on WeChat. Under the girl's expectant gaze, he took out his phone and opened his WeChat QR code.

With a mixture of nervousness and excitement, Song Zhining added Shen Qingling on WeChat.

Afterward, Shen Qingling found an excuse to leave.

Song Zhining stood where she was, staring at his retreating back for a long time without coming back to her senses.

Only after Shen Qingling had disappeared from sight did she jump on the spot.

"Yes! I added my male idol on WeChat!"

She immediately changed her chat background to that god-tier picture of Shen Qingling carrying her out.

That picture had exploded on the trending searches, and Shen Qingling had become completely famous. That face was far more handsome than those currently popular idols. The comments were impossible to look at—they were all praises and people drooling over his looks.

The moment she saw Shen Qingling's handsome face on her phone, she could not help sighing again. "How can there be such a handsome man? And he's a man who held me in his arms. Ah, I can't stand it just thinking about it."

Meanwhile, Shen Qingling, who had gotten on the bus, heard another system notification.

"Song Zhining's Heart-Throb Score increased by 5..."