He is her master, with an unparalleled appearance and substantial assets, yet with a fiery temper. At their first meeting, she didn’t hesitate to slap him; he seemed like her lover from a previous life, with a mysterious background and silver-white hair that was dazzling. Who is truly her destined lover? A thousand lifetimes of entangled fate, crossing through time to sever the emotional ties and find a new beginning…
I said, Mu Zixu, I’ve broken up.
He said, Didn’t you want to dump him long ago?
I said, 555… But single women age quickly!
He said, Don’t you always hate your baby face?
I said, Why don’t we pair up?
He said, Damn – if you’re broke, just say so, don’t torture me!
I held my phone silent for three seconds, thinking about how to make him die quickly, when his mischievous laugh came through again, okay okay, girl, don’t be angry, I’ll let you crash here!
How long?
As long as you want!
Yay!
I said, Now hurry up and open the door, I’m getting leg cramps. Before he could respond, I neatly hung up.
Seconds later, the iron gate was pulled open with a “swish–,” Mu Zixu with his exceptionally handsome face, leaning against the door with a helpless smile.
I handed him my luggage and slipped into his apartment as if it were my own.
I quickly surveyed his apartment, simply decorated but stylish, neat furnishings, clean without any hint of a bachelor’s living space.
Looking at him, I smiled with ill intent. Honestly, you’re hiding a girlfriend, right? Just wait until I find out!
Mu Zixu unapologetically knocked me on the head, saying, I’m not you, always thinking about catching a rich guy.
I made a face at him and imperiously declared, pointing to the room closest to the balcony: I’m living in this room. Ignoring Mu Zixu’s aggrieved expression, I unceremoniously swept out all his belongings from the room.
Mu Zixu moved his things to the adjacent room, grinding his teeth and glaring at me. He said, Fei Xin Ran, you’re my nemesis.
I mimicked his action and patted his head, then laughed triumphantly. I said, Just accept your fate, you’ll never escape my grasp in this lifetime.
…
Prelude to a Past Promise, Pledge of the Present (2)
The summer of my third year of junior high was unusually cool, but if you climb eighteen floors in one breath, you’d probably want to commit suicide like me. My heartless parents just left their daughter, who was a month away from the middle school entrance exam, and went on a beach vacation. Already in a bad mood, I even encountered elevator maintenance. Eighteen floors!
Oh my God, I wanted to die…
When I crossed out of the staircase with a belly full of anger and turned left, I was determined to confront whoever dared to target my home.
They should know, I, Fei Xin Ran, am a third-degree black belt in Taekwondo. How else could my two inhuman parents feel comfortable leaving me alone?
“Hey, kid, where are you from? What are you sneaking around my doorway for?”
He, now 1.88 meters tall, was shorter than me back then.
Mu Zixu, about to open the door, stopped mid-motion, turned around, and sized me up before laughing uncontrollably. Just as I was about to explode with anger, he finally managed to suppress his laughter.
He asked, “Girl, where do you live?”
I said, “Kid, didn’t I ask you first?”
He mischievously replied, “I’m Mu Zixu, a resident of Apartment 2, B Seat, 18th floor.”
B Seat, Room 2? Oh NO! How could I forget the staircase and elevator exit were in opposite directions?
I heard his wild laughter again, and I lunged forward to kick him mercilessly, feeling satisfied seeing him grimacing in pain.
I said, “Kid, you’ve provoked me.”
I’ll definitely get ten times revenge.
Before leaving, I made sure to glare at him fiercely, and thus began my saga of oppressing that kid’s life…
I said, “Mu Zixu must be very happy to have you as a girlfriend, right?”
At that moment, I was leaning against the kitchen glass door, watching him cook noodles for me.
He glanced back at me with a helpless smile, “Young lady, you should learn to take care of yourself. Otherwise, who will want to marry you?”
Yes, long ago, I told myself in my heart that as long as Mu Zixu was around, I – Fei Xinran – would never be afraid of anything!
It was that summer when my parents ruthlessly left me behind.
Just as I was holding an egg in one hand and a tomato in the other, wondering whether to add the tomato or egg first, the oiled pan suddenly “boomed” and caught fire.
Mu Zixu appeared before me.
Before I could fully recover from the shock, he had quickly extinguished the fire and cleaned up the mess, as if nothing had happened.
Then he pointed at me and laughed, “Mi Xiaoying, I’m truly impressed. You’re really something special. Can’t even make the simplest tomato scrambled eggs and almost started a fire.”
I glared at him for three seconds, then “wailed” like the Yellow River bursting its banks, which startled Mu Zixu, leaving him at a loss.
Seeing I had no intention of stopping, he finally made a helpless face, half-begging and coaxing, “Girl, please, stop crying! I was wrong, okay?”
Hmph, I’m ignoring him!!!
Actually, not knowing how to cook isn’t a big deal.
At most, I’ll help you cook from now on, okay?
Really?
I “whoosh” stopped crying, fiercely sniffed, and stared at him with my already small eyes as if afraid he would go back on his word.
Mm!
Really!
As long as you stop crying! He nodded eagerly.
That was the first time I discovered tears could be so useful.
Hmm…
Seems like I should learn how to use them more.
Standing at the bottom of Mu Zixu’s company building, I lightly weighed the lunch box in my hand and walked with light steps, pushing open the spotless, shiny glass door.
This was the first time I had cooked for someone.
“Miss, do you have an appointment?”
Just like the receptionist in many novels, I was blocked from entering.
Mu Zixu is the head of this company. He established his own software company right after graduation and has achieved some success over the years.
I am studying at a third-tier university, choosing the easiest and most relaxed Chinese literature major. Now, I’m a freelancer, writing occasionally to earn some manuscript fees, barely supporting myself.
“Uh, I forgot to make an appointment. What should I do?” I deliberately frowned.
The lady in front of me looked very serious.
“Sorry, you’ll need to make an appointment and come back next time,” she spoke in an official tone.
“Could you help me make a call? I’m very close to your CEO.”
“Sorry, we don’t have such a precedent!” she coldly refused.
“In that case, I’ll just call myself!”
I pulled out my phone and dialed a familiar string of numbers.
“Hey, darling, I’m here to bring you lunch. Come down quickly and welcome me.”
Standing in high heels is so tiring!
After hanging up, I threw a glance at the girl. Unexpectedly, she didn’t look at me and returned to her work.
Defeated!
Not interested in performing a solo act, I could only wait for President Mu to come and welcome the “royal arrival.”
Three minutes later, Mu Xu’ran appeared at the exclusive elevator entrance as expected.
I held out the lunch box like a treasure, “Brat, you’re in luck!”
“You made this,” something flickered in his eyes.
“Yes, yes!” I nodded with pride, waiting for praise.
Unexpectedly, his handsome face wrinkled, looking terrible: “Well, I think I’ll have my secretary buy me some stomach medicine.”
Watching Mu Zi’xu eat the food bite by bite without saying a word, my heart rose to my throat. I anxiously tugged his sleeve, “How is it? How is it?”
He first made a troubled expression. Just as I was about to despair, he suddenly praised, “Not bad, not bad. You have potential to be a great chef…”
