I'll Support You
“You—” Su Qingya doesn't know what crosses her mind, but her face flushes even deeper... annoyed and embarrassed.
She grabs Lin Zimo's hand in a fit of rage and chomps down with an ah-woo, leaving a faint, adorable tooth mark on the back of his hand.
Once she realizes what she's done, she shyly lowers her head, her plump little toes in her white sneakers frantically digging against the insole in embarrassment.
In front of all these people, how could she be so bold? Biting a guy she'd just met—so mortifying.
Lin Zimo can't stop laughing at Su Qingya's adorable reaction.
Her little ah-woo bite is neither tight nor painful, more like a kitten gnawing playfully. Her pearly teeth barely graze, while her soft lips temptingly brush against his skin.
The crowd around them stares in stunned silence, unable to believe these two just met. They all feel like they're about to choke on the couple's PDA.
Su Qingya sees Lin Zimo laughing nonstop and inexplicably starts giggling too. His words and gestures bring her an unprecedented joy, a pure delight she's never felt before.
She loves every second with him. This unfamiliar emotion startles her.
Though it's love at first sight, this is her first time feeling her heart race like this, and it leaves her flustered.
Su Qingya tries to convince herself it's just a fleeting infatuation.
But she can't control her thoughts. Whenever their eyes meet, her heart pounds wildly, the thrill overwhelming.
Lin Zimo remembers the 100,000 still unspent in his bank card—for that 10x cashback—so he reaches out, gently ruffles her hair, and suggests warmly.
“You haven't eaten yet, right? Come on, let me treat you to dinner.”
Su Qingya doesn't want to part with him just yet, so with flushed cheeks, she says,
“Wait for me a sec. I... I'll go up and change.” With that, she hugs her bag and the bouquet and heads back to the dorm.
Since Lin Zimo brought so many flowers, Su Qingya even asks Lin Youyou and a few other girls to help carry the rest.
She won't leave behind a single thing he gave her—not even the packaging for the bag.
Lin Youyou sees her bestie has totally fallen and notices the hungry-eyed girls around them. She pulls Su Qingya aside and whispers,
“Qingya, since you like him so much, why not make the fake relationship real? A catch like him won't stay single long—tons of girls are chasing him. Miss your chance, and he's gone.”
At those words, Su Qingya remembers she only rented him for today. She wishes she could turn back time, beg her dad for cash, and book him for three or five years straight.
Down below, Lin Zimo finds himself surrounded by bold girls demanding his WeChat or phone number.
He politely turns them all down with grace.
From his past life dealing with countless women, he's honed a sharp eye. He can tell at a glance—these girls aren't genuine. They're after his looks or his money, not his soul.
But the more he refuses, the more the girls swoon.
They all think he's the perfect guy: handsome, loaded, loyal, and a true gentleman. Husband material.
Up in the dorm,
worried Lin Zimo might wait too long, Su Qingya quickly slips into a white cropped blouse
and a brown pleated miniskirt. She glances at her reflection, admiring her snow-white, slender legs.
She's mortified by how short the skirt is—she's never worn anything this revealing—but thinking it's for the guy she likes makes it thrilling.
She pulls out a pair of white lace-trimmed thigh-high stockings, sits on the chair, lifts her smooth jade foot, and slowly slides one stocking on, inch by inch.
She carefully adjusts it, rolling it from calf to thigh until her flawless long legs are sheathed in sheer white silk.
Only a sliver of pale skin peeks from under the skirt—pure yet irresistibly seductive.
The usually makeup-free Su Qingya even dabs some lipstick on her pink lips, making her already exquisite face even more stunning.
Lin Youyou sees how rushed she is, even with shoes still to put on, so she grabs a comb and styles her hair.
Soon, Su Qingya heads out, dolled up beautifully.
Lin Zimo, who's seen countless beauties, still feels his breath catch at the sight.
When the cool, ethereal campus goddess dresses up just for you, that contrast is lethal.
He stares for a few seconds before snapping out of it, opens the passenger door, and gentlemanly shields her head as she slides in.
Then he hops into the driver's seat and soon pulls up at the city's most renowned—and priciest—fine dining spot.
The waiter leads them to a VIP private room with floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the glittering cityscape, the romantic ambiance inspiring her.
Su Qingya remembers her bestie's words and finally musters her courage.
“Lin Zimo, thank you for today. Can I ask... do you have a girlfriend? How long have you been doing this job?”
She finishes, nervously clutching her skirt hem, her bright eyes shy yet bold as they meet his.
“No girlfriend. Just started today—you're my first customer,” Lin Zimo says with a light chuckle.
No girlfriend! First day on the job! I'm his first!
Su Qingya's heart soars; she fights to keep her lips from curving into a grin.
Oh my god! That means she's Lin Zimo's first girlfriend!
Even if it's pretend for now, she can turn it real! Emboldened, she confesses boldly.
“Lin Zimo, I really like you. Quit the leasing gig—be my boyfriend. I'll support you.”
“Huh? What'd you say?” Lin Zimo plays dumb, pretending he didn't catch it.
Su Qingya is stunning, and yeah, he feels the spark. Plus, her low-key designer labels scream trust-fund babe.
But he's got the Goddess Leasing System now. More orders mean 10x cashback.
Money flows endlessly, plus skill rewards—that's what he craves.
“You... I...” Su Qingya loses her nerve to repeat it.
Deep down, she knows a guy like him has girls lining up. He's just softening the rejection.
She's turned down guys the same way before.
A pang of bitterness hits her. She grabs her wine glass and downs it in one gulp—not enough, she reaches for more.
Lin Zimo sees this and quickly stops her hand. “Don't drink anymore—you'll get wasted.”
Feeling his concern warms her heart. He does care, at least a little.
So maybe if she tries harder, she still has a shot. After all, asking him to be her boyfriend on their first meeting is a big ask.
“Okay, I'll listen. You drink—let me pour for you.”
Su Qingya says sweetly, reaching for the bottle, secretly plotting to get him drunk for her chance.
Lin Zimo chuckles helplessly and blocks her. “No, I won't either. Let's just eat!”
Guys have to watch out for themselves out there too.
But in the back-and-forth tussle,
“Ah—” Su Qingya yelps as the red wine spills onto her legs.