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Luan Nian received Shang Zhitao's message late at night. She sent a screenshot of Sun Yu's account deactivation page, along with a few simple words: "I deactivated it." Nothing more. In her relationship with Luan Nian, Shang Zhitao had grown used to giving in again and again. She wouldn't do anything he disliked, even though his dislike often had no real justification. Luan Nian stared at his phone for a long moment before finally replying: "Good. Marriage scams are contemptible. Even as a mere shill, it's still nothing to be proud of." "Mm." Shang Zhitao had guessed he would say something like that, as cutting as ever. She murmured in acknowledgment and turned off her phone. She had had a little to drink, yet she still couldn't sleep. Getting up for water in the night, she saw Sun Yuanzhu sitting on the sofa, half a moon's light spilling over him, wrapping him in a layer of cold. She had never seen Sun Yuanzhu like this before....

Luan Nian drove up the mountain. Gong Yue was organizing a student poetry reading up there, and Luan Nian had planned to go check on it anyway. It had never been a date to begin with. What he'd said earlier had just been angry words. By the time he walked in, the reading had already started, and Gong Yue happened to be reading aloud. She saw him come in and smiled. The students let out a knowing snicker. Luan Nian pretended not to hear. He went behind the bar, set his phone down on the table, took off his coat, and made himself an orange soda. Luan Nian was in a bad mood. Shang Zhitao's blind date had really struck a nerve. It had been a long time since he'd been this angry. After Gong Yue finished reading, she came up to the bar. "Would the owner mind mixing me a drink?" "What do you want?" "Anything. Something strong." Luan Nian mixed her something strong. Gong Yue drank it, then clapped a hand over her mouth, nearly tearing up from t...

Early in that spring, Shang Zhitao once again felt just how difficult work could be. She sat in the conference room beside her colleagues from the planning department, on a call with Luan Nian, who was still in the United States. "Flora, don't worry," Grace told her. "The work in planning is different from marketing, but the essence of the job hasn't really changed. You've built a solid foundation these past few years. You'll catch up soon enough." Grace was her new mentor in the planning department. Zhitao liked Grace. She was rational, professional, and clearly talented, and ever since Zhitao had heard her deliver the presentation that won her a million-yuan equity award, she'd quietly regarded Grace as something like a legend. Grace was visibly pregnant now, faint spots showing on her face, though she still carried herself with an intelligent kind of beauty. "Write down anything you don't understand during the meeting, and ask m...

Shang Zhitao had no idea what Luan Nian meant by "finding someone," not until she went to his place and saw it for herself. He was like an addict. Too exhausted to move, Shang Zhitao sprawled on the bed and complained, "Isn't this basically trading sex for favors?" Luan Nian looked her over. "Where exactly is the sex?" "Hmph!" Unconvinced, Shang Zhitao turned her back to him. Her personality was soft, but she was still a girl from Ice City, and she carried a bit of that look about her. Tall enough, with smooth lines, actually quite good-looking. Just not quite good-looking enough to make Luan Nian's eyes light up. After all, Luan Nian was blind. That was what Shang Zhitao told herself. But her mind was still on the promotion, so she sat up, hugged her knees, and looked at him with a smile. "So will you give me a green light this time around?" she asked him. "No." "...Then why send me to find someone?" Luan Ni...

Shang Zhitao set her drink on another table by the window. The moonlight was bright and clear, and inside the glass, the heart-shaped garnish glittered. Luke, having eaten his fill of meat, trotted out and sat down beside her to watch the moon together. Her drink was different from everyone else's. A girl at the next table kept glancing at it and said to her friend, "I want to try that cocktail too. I've never seen it before, but it looks delicious." She asked Shang Zhitao what the drink was called. "It's called Brave Heart." Shang Zhitao knew nothing about cocktails and assumed it was just an ordinary girly drink, the kind sold everywhere. It tasted sweet and gentle, with only a mild kick. Luan Nian had mixed it to match her personality. "Is it the owner's special mix?" the girl asked again. "Huh?" Shang Zhitao clearly had no idea what an owner's special was. The girl raised her hand and said to Luan Nian, "I'd...