Lin Shuicheng was born with good looks. He had a red tear mole at the corner of his eye that was particularly tempting.
The first time Fu Luoyin saw him, he brought him home without even asking his name.
Other people said that Second Young Master Fu had fallen in love at first sight, but only Fu Luoyin knew that the boy before him didn’t need a name, because he was fated to stay by his side as a mere substitute.
Afterwards, he gradually realized that Lin Shuicheng had never asked his name, either.
(Once he knew the truth, the gong shed tears.)
Passerby 1: Are you sure that the research institute’s brilliant, outstanding, stunning top student who’s skilled in the boardroom and the kitchen should really be…your substitute? I recommend seeing an optometrist.
Childhood Friend 2: What? He’s a substitute? That’s wonderful—if you don’t take him seriously, I will! Sister-in-Law, please take a look at me!
Counselor 3: Someone like you wants to sleep with my student? Hah.
Father 4: Darling, we’re not worthy of him, so let him go.
The cold, elite gong, who was a winner since birth and rich as a small country: “…”
#The whole world wants to cuckold me
#Everyone’s persuading me to break up
#Damn, he doesn’t even remember my birthday
#He actually spelled my name wrong
#He doesn’t love me!
