The Blind Date Made Me Rich

I was a senior about to graduate.

Also a freelance writer.

Most days were fine.

But whenever I reached the ending of a story, I could shut myself at home for more than half a month.

I worked hard.

Very hard.

Then I looked at my income.

Three thousand seven hundred.

Even if I did not rely on it to survive, that number was still humiliating.

Maybe staying home interrupted my parents’ romance.

Maybe my mother simply disliked seeing me idle.

She urged me to go on a blind date.

I heard the man was young, talented, rich, and handsome.

Apparently, he was also a guest professor in the economics department of Y University.

Not only that, he was supposedly my childhood playmate.

I had no memory of this.

At first, I only wanted to go through the motions and escape my mother’s nagging.

But then I met Felix Cheng.

Felix looked like he had been built according to my exact aesthetic preferences.

Gentle.

Elegant.

A pair of shining puppy eyes.

He looked at me carefully and suggested,

“Yinyin, how about… we register our marriage?”

Then he took out a pile of documents and offered them to me with both hands.

“Yinyin, this is everything I own.”

“My savings all these years.”

“Property certificates.”

“Car keys.”

“Funds, stocks, and some other assets.”

“All for you.”

I stared at the pile.

Forget everything else.

There were several cars.

“Aren’t you a university guest professor?”

Was the salary that high?

“That’s only a side job.”

He looked at me eagerly.

“So? Have you considered it?”

For someone like me with unstable writing income, this was extremely tempting.

Very difficult not to be moved.

“Then…”

I hesitated.

“Transfer?”

So I appeared at the bank.

Then the real estate registration office.

Thirty minutes later, I held a bank card that weighed less than a feather.

But when I thought of the amount inside, sweat broke out across my body.

There was also a property certificate with my name on it.

Car keys.

Now not only were my hands shaking.

My legs were shaking too.

Mom.

This thing weighs a thousand pounds.

I can’t hold it.

Felix looked at me with longing.

“Yinyin, I’ll depend on you to support me from now on.”

I stared at him.

Why did I feel like I could see an invisible tail behind him spinning like a helicopter?

Was I dreaming?

Wasn’t this a blind date?

How did I suddenly become a rich woman?

My parents accepted the fact that I got married less than a month after dating very well.

That night, they packed me up and sent me to Felix’s home.

When Felix’s parents learned we had registered our marriage, they smiled so widely their gums showed.

“Great, great. We finally married off this dog—”

His mother coughed.

“No, we finally got Yinyin into the family.”

Then I received a large handbag of cash as pocket money.

And half a safe of bank cards and property certificates.

I became rich through flash marriage.