His Adorable Dream Girl

I was breaking corn off the stalks in the field.

My online boyfriend sat in a black sports car, his long, elegant fingers tapping out a message.

**Baby, I’m here.**

I looked up and saw a middle-aged man in a black suit. My vision went dark.

Oh no. I had fallen for an uncle online.

I hurriedly typed back:

**We’re not right for each other. You don’t need to come see me–**

Just as I was about to send it, a string of floating comments flashed before my eyes.

**Wait… is this right? This is supposed to be a tragic love-and-hate story about a Beijing elite heir. How did it turn into a rural romance?**

**That’s the male lead when he was young, before he became so composed. Everyone has embarrassing history.**

**The more I watch, the angrier I get. What was the author thinking, making a prince charming more handsome than an idol date someone online? The contrast is ridiculous!**

**Don’t be mad. The male lead’s online romance doesn’t work out. His online girlfriend is probably ugly or a catfish, so she never dares to meet him. Just wait. When he goes back to Beijing, the jasmine-scented female lead will appear.**

More handsome than an idol?

Curious, I pushed aside the corn leaves blocking my face.

The comments fell silent.

Then they exploded.

**Who is this girl? How is she so pretty?**

**Straw hat. Straight bangs. Twin ponytails.**

**Oh my god, she’s the ultimate adorable country girl!**

My online boyfriend stepped out of the car and looked at me as though he would remember this moment forever.

And I looked him over without reservation.

The young man was tall and long-legged, with cool pale skin and narrow peach-blossom eyes that gave him a distant, fragile air.

His face was so perfectly modeled that there was not a flaw to find, and his legs were absurdly long.

More handsome than an idol? He looked like a flawless manhua character who had walked out of a different dimension.

Under my frank appraisal, Wei Cixu’s ears turned red.

Online, he called me baby and wife. Offline, he was a blushing puppy.

The contrast was rather cute.

I walked toward him and held out my hand, preparing to introduce myself. The comments flew past again.

**Don’t tell me this girl is the male lead’s online girlfriend?**

**If she is, I’m going to be furious.**

**After his mother’s death, the male lead became withdrawn and lost the will to live. His online girlfriend healed him and made him want to live again. He longed to meet her, but when he reached the meeting place, she never showed her face and only sent a message saying they weren’t right for each other.**

**It makes him shut his heart completely. He becomes dark and no longer believes in love. When the novel’s designated heroine appears later, he doesn’t believe her care either. They suffer through more than a hundred chapters of agonizing love-and-hate drama before he opens up again.**

**That awful woman causes all this, and our precious heroine has to pay for it. I want to slap her hundreds of times.**

They wanted to slap me hundreds of times?

That was some serious resentment.

After reading the comments, I understood one thing.

I was living inside a novel.

And my online boyfriend was this book’s male lead.

For a moment, I hesitated.

Should I tell him who I was?

After all, the novel had already designated a heroine for him.

I had no interest in competing with another woman over a man.

But if I did not tell him, he would become gloomy and stop believing in love because of me, and that would hurt the heroine who was about to appear.

After thinking it over for a few moments, I came up with the perfect solution.