CompletedA marriage certificate is hidden in Zhu Liushuang's bedroom closet. If her mother hadn't accidentally discovered it, her "self-recommended" marriage would probably have remained secret for much longer.
The owner of the other marriage certificate is the senior she has secretly loved for many years, the "high-lofty flower" that girls at school only dared to admire from afar.
The last time Zhu Liushuang saw him was during the pre-college entrance exam shouting event. That night, before the final bell for the third year of high school, she rushed to his classroom, carefully hiding around the corner of the stairs.
The hallway was noisy with people. She pretended to accidentally brush past the young man's sleeve as she slowly walked by, giving him a glow stick. "Senior, good luck with the college entrance exam!" Zhu Liushuang was joyful yet nervous.
But the young man's silent, direct gaze shattered the courage she had finally mustered.
He Ming had always been calm and composed in the face of events, his only moment of discomposure being in the hospital emergency hall when his grandfather suddenly suffered a cerebral hemorrhage and was critically ill.
He regretted and blamed himself: if he had married and started a family earlier, as his grandfather wished, would the old man's regrets have been fewer? Thus, when Zhu Liushuang casually asked him if he wanted to marry her, he inexplicably agreed.
This marriage of convenience, in name only, did not change his life. Until the secret was exposed and she moved into his house. At first, He Ming treated her as a roommate sharing expenses. But slowly, she moved into his heart.
Just as he was preparing a ring and getting ready to re-propose, he heard her coldly inform him: "He Ming, let's get a divorce!"
One day, Zhu Liushuang was pulled into a three-person WeChat group by a high school classmate. The group name was "Xiao Shuang Shuang and Senior He's Meeting."
"Nice to meet you, Junior Zhu," the man greeted politely. Zhu Liushuang glanced at her notebook, filled with scribbles and revisions: Step one, infiltrate Senior's social circle (target achieved).
She replied, feigning reserve: "I didn't expect, Senior, that you and I would simultaneously share each other's radio programs on our Moments, what a coincidence." Immediately, she eagerly clicked on his WeChat profile picture and sent a friend request.
It turns out that his true acquaintance with her was merely a meticulously planned coincidence on her part. This is a sweet and sour small-town story about #Afterfindingmycrush'spersonalradiobroadcastlateatnightIdecidedtobebraveagain# and #Survivor'sfamiliesofabusaccidentreunitedandmutuallyrescuedeachother#.