chapter 21

Since then, Song Yan had a new Notebook called “Rich Lady Preferences.”

He was especially diligent, every page densely packed with black ink.

That day, he quietly flipped through the Notebook and sighed, “Look at my attitude-way more serious than you were back then.”

I couldn’t help but take it and flip through.

To my surprise, the first few pages were written two years ago.

Each day only had a few brief sentences.

“Turns out I’m not the only one who doesn’t know how to date. Yu Sisi actually Googled how to comfort her Boyfriend today.”

“First photo together, why do I feel like she outshined me.”

“Waited half a day and Yu Sisi still didn’t ask me to post on Moments. Couldn’t help but announce it behind her back. First time showing off our relationship, kind of nervous.”

“Today, when Cousin Sister dragged me to buy a birthday gift for my mom, I ran into Yu Sisi. She saw me and dashed off wearing sunglasses, looking all sneaky. So weird.”

“Yu Sisi actually put on makeup today. Damn, she looked amazing.”

“I was already in a bad mood today, and Yu Sisi kept finding ways to make me sign the Contract. So pissed off.”

“I’ve dragged my classmates out for walks three or four days in a row, and not only does Yu Sisi refuse to comfort me, she runs off with sunglasses every time she sees me. Is this the treatment a Sponsor deserves?”

“Seriously, enough with the sunglasses, Yu Sisi. They’re sunglasses, not an invisibility cloak!”

“I finally got to hug Yu Sisi today. Not mad anymore, my heart melted.”

“Wanted to confess, but when I opened my mouth it turned into renewing for another year. Whatever, I’ll work on my mental prep and confess next year.”

“Sisi cooked for me today. So delicious.”

“My favorite thing is watching horror movies with Sisi-she just clings to me and won’t let go.”

“Sisi is so cute.”

“Actually, when Sisi isn’t working, she can be pretty grumpy. Only smiles when she’s with me. I really like that.”

Further on, it was all similar rainbow praise.

How nice, I picked up a pure, lovesick fool.

“Stop looking, stop looking. I didn’t realize it was this cheesy when I wrote it.” Song Yan snatched the Notebook away, the tips of his ears so red they were about to bleed. “From now on, it’s not called Rich Lady Preferences-I’m renaming it Simp Diary.”

I corrected him, “It’s not simping, it’s called professional dedication.”

“Sisi, I’ve shown you all my diaries. Let me see yours too.”

I shook my head like a rattle drum, “No way, absolutely not. Don’t even think about it.”

Because my diary only had two New Year wishes.

“Hope Yu Sisi has a bright future.”

“Hope Yu Sisi and Song Yan, year after year.”

“Extra: Yu Sisi’s Life as a Landlady”