He makes a series of swift and decisive moves, becoming Song Chan’s deskmate. From then on, he fans her in the sweltering summer, holds an umbrella for her in the rain, and even stews chicken for her when she has a stomachache—he’s incredibly attentive…
Song Chan finally can’t help but ask him, “Zhong Lingyu, why are you so good to me? Did I save your life before?”
Zhong Lingyu: “Is it possible that you were my wife before…?”
Slowly, Song Chan finally accepts the fact: Zhong Lingyu is her future husband, and now he has traveled back in time to find her.
But afterwards, Song Chan regretted it for a while because— Zhong Lingyu: “Come to my house to do your homework today. I want to introduce you to my parents. It’s good to settle things sooner rather than later.”
Song Chan: “!!”
Zhong Lingyu: “The weather is so nice today, as sunny as the day we got our marriage certificate.”
Song Chan: “!!!”
Zhong Lingyu: “Although Song Chan didn’t do well on her exams, she married well. Mom, put down the rolling pin for now.”
Song Chan’s mother: “What did you call me?” Backstage at her university graduation party, she nervously leaned against the wall, her breathing becoming shallow.
Zhong Lingyu: “Today, right after midnight, it will be your 20th birthday.” He helped her untangle her hair from the zipper, his voice low and husky.
Song Chan, instantly understanding, blushing: … Zhong Lingyu: “Nothing else, just wishing you a happy birthday in advance, and… you’ve reached the legal marriage age.”
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