1 – Bo Zhizhi, Happy Engagement
“Hiss…”
The tall, elegant man stumbled slightly, roughly pushed against the floor-to-ceiling window by a pair of pale, delicate hands—
Inside, candlelight flickered, casting shifting shadows of romance and mystery.
The handsome, cool-faced man leaned against the window, his back to the galaxy of scattered twilight outside.
Light and shadow intertwined, his silver-blue hair contrasting with his pale skin, his lips a thin, enticing red. When he smiled, he looked like a soul-stealing fox spirit.
“Bo Zhizhi.”
His voice was slightly hoarse, tinged with a hint of moisture in the hazy night.
He glanced at her with a lazy smile, “If you sleep with me, you have to take responsibility.”
“…”
The man’s slender, cool fingers hooked the thin silk belt around the beauty’s waist, winding it tighter and tighter.
He leaned in slowly, his slightly open collar loose, a flirtatious red mark visible on his jade-white collarbone.
His cool, refreshing scent drifted faintly past Bo Zhi’s ear.
He chuckled softly, “For example, marry me?”
…
“Sister Zhizhi, wake up.”
The dimly lit lounge was quiet. The stunning beauty in a silver-blue fishtail gown stirred awake on the sofa.
She rubbed her eyes, still unaccustomed to the noise around her.
Annoyed that she had dreamed of that day again…
Chirping voices filled her ears, coming from her assistant, stylist, and makeup artist.
“Yan Shen’s Mosla Music Festival livestream has started!!”
“Truly the Eastern god of beauty, the king of the stage—he’s already slaying with just his entrance, ahhh!”
“The first Chinese artist to ever grace the main stage of Mosla, Yan Shen, my god, my one and only god!!”
“Wait… are we being too noisy? Will we disturb Sister Zhi?”
Bo Zhi rubbed her temples.
It was a wonder they could spare any attention for her at all—she thought their souls had already been bewitched by that fox spirit, Fu Jingyan.
She glanced at the global livestream screen, where the silver-blue-haired man had already topped the worldwide trends with just his entrance.
How unlucky.
Dreaming of him, and waking up to see him again.
“Not at all,” assistant Doudou said earnestly. “Sister Zhi is also a fan of Yan Shen!”
The lounge fell silent for a moment.
They glanced at the calm beauty sipping water, who lazily raised an eyebrow, “Hmm?”
As if to say: Is that possible?
The makeup artist and stylist also found it hard to believe.
Beauty Bo was a career-driven maniac, always adhering to the principle of “no men in the heart, draw the sword and become a god.”
Although after a year in the industry, she had only gained 300,000 anti-fans.
But the road to the top wasn’t easy, and Sister Zhi was still working hard.
She would eventually harvest 90 million anti-fans and become the top dark horse star in the Chinese entertainment industry.
The idea of her being a fan of Yan Shen was clearly questionable.
Doudou said seriously, “It’s true. Today, I saw an engagement invitation on the dressing table with Sister Zhi and Yan Shen’s names on it.”
Bo Zhi: “Pfft—”
Bo Zhi spat out her water in one go.
The makeup artist and stylist were stunned, exchanging bewildered looks.
It wasn’t unheard of for fans to make engagement invitations—some even created marriage certificates with their idols.
But for something like this to happen to Beauty Bo was simply unbelievable.
Bo Zhi wiped the water from the corner of her mouth, the tips of her ears tinged with a faint pink. “Xu—Doudou—who told you to go through my things?!”
It seemed like embarrassment, but it was actually anger.
Doudou trembled as she apologized, “I—I was looking for today’s red carpet invitation and got it wrong.”
Bo Zhi took a deep breath and said, “It’s fake. An anti-fan sent it.”
It did seem like something an anti-fan would do. Seeing her displeased expression, the others didn’t question it further.
Bo Zhi rose from the sofa, her face cold as she said, “You all keep watching. I’m going to destroy it.”
She found the invitation and clutched it in her hand, lifting the hem of her skirt as she walked into the bathroom.
Bo Zhi pinched the silver-white cardstock—its texture was excellent, no wonder the assistant had mistaken it for something sent by the organizers.
On it, written in bold, sweeping strokes that danced across the page:
【Sincerely inviting my fiancée, Miss Bo Zhi, to attend my engagement banquet with you on _____, 2023, at the Phoenix Soaring Banquet Hall】
—Fiancé Fu Jingyan
Bo Zhi took a deep breath and gritted her teeth, muttering, “How many invitations did that old fox Fu Jingyan send me?!”
Her jade-white hand crumpled the invitation into a tight ball.
Bo Zhi hesitated for a moment but ultimately didn’t toss it into the toilet to flush away.
Throwing her own engagement invitation into the toilet just felt… weird, no matter how you looked at it.
Truth be told, it was all rather unbelievable.
Fu Jingyan, the legendary top-tier celebrity, a god-like idol in the hearts of countless female fans, had taken the world by storm with just one album and was hailed by international media as an Eastern myth.
And yet, he was engaged to an obscure, barely-known eighteen-tier nobody.
Bo Zhi bit her lip and glared at the mirror, where a stunning beauty with striking features stared back, the tips of her ears slightly flushed.
She rubbed her ears and cursed, “It’s all because I got drunk back then, couldn’t tell man from beast, and accidentally ended up…”
Sleeping with that fox spirit Fu.
Fu Jingyan might be incredible, but what did that have to do with her, Bo Zhi?
Bo the Beauty was naturally competitive, always striving to be first in everything. Fu Jingyan was like the legendary “neighbor’s kid” who always managed to outshine her, keeping her firmly in second place.
Bo Zhi was utterly sick of him.
After that chaotic night, the moment she woke up, she was filled with regret—deep, profound regret.
And as for that so-called god-like top-tier celebrity, he was nothing like the untouchable, lofty flower his fans made him out to be.
At the very least, when they faced off in front of both sets of parents, he looked as fragile as a delicate little blossom that had been trampled upon.
When Bo Yong asked with concern why he wasn’t speaking,
He lazily drooped his long brows, exhaling weakly as he uttered,
“Don’t feel like talking. My back aches.”
“…”
In that instant, Bo Zhi became the target of everyone’s disapproval.
The way Mrs. Bo looked at her was exactly like someone eyeing a pig that had barged into a cabbage patch.
There was no helping it. In the eyes of these parents, Fu Jingyan was a prodigious genius who had dazzled from a young age.
Bo Zhi… Bo Zhi was just a little troublemaker.
But even little troublemakers could be quite endearing. Mrs. Fu, for instance, looked at her with immense affection.
“The Fu family hasn’t had a girl in three generations. To me, Zhizhi feels like my own daughter. I’ve adored her since she was little. This time, it’s our Fu family that’s come out ahead.”
“Our Bo family is full of troublesome, good-for-nothing playboys. How could we possibly have a child as outstanding as Jingyan? Clearly, it’s our Bo family that’s benefited.”
Both families felt they had gained something, as if afraid the other would regret it, and they finalized the engagement that very day.
The two elegant, beautiful matriarchs smiled warmly.
“The engagement is settled. As for matters of the heart, we’ll leave it to the two of you to nurture.”
Bo Zhi raised her hand.
Mrs. Fu smiled and said, “Zhizhi, go ahead.”
Mrs. Bo also smiled kindly. “Zhizhi, if you have any thoughts, feel free to speak up. You know your mother has always preferred to persuade with reason.”
Those who weren’t persuaded… were dead.
Bo Zhi suddenly felt her mother’s smile was a little too… nuclear in its kindness.
Bo Zhi murmured quietly, “…Never mind. I suddenly don’t have any thoughts.”
As soon as she finished speaking, a low, lazy chuckle rippled beside her ear.
Bo Zhi angrily looked up, her gaze directly meeting the man’s fragmented, shimmering eyes. His thin lips, crimson and slightly curved, were adorned with ambiguous marks at the collar.
A fallen deity of beauty, nothing more.
His voice was slightly hoarse, his breath uneven and tinged with laughter as he called her, “Bo Zhizhi.”
Almost instantly, it pulled her back to that enchanting, chaotic night.
The man, with his clear and bewitching voice, called her repeatedly, breathless and panting, “Zhizhi, Zhizhi…”
She quickly averted her gaze, the tips of her ears turning red despite her best efforts.
Fu Jingyan’s eyes remained fixed on her, his gaze filled with a captivating, fragmented light.
“Happy engagement.”
Here we go.
Official version: Sweet fairy-like beauty with striking features × Salty, flirtatious, unattainable flower
Actual version: Hilarious goofball × Green tea fox spirit
A mix of comedy, sweetness, lighthearted daily life, a divine-looking couple, and romance reality show sugar (rhyming, haha).
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