“Congratulations, Academician Han, on your successful development of a breakthrough treatment for heart disease.”

“Thank you.”

The voice was soft and pleasant—clearly a young woman.

“We’re all curious—Academician Han, you’re not only brilliant but also beautiful. Do you have a boyfriend?”

“No.”

“Then what kind of man do you like?”

“Hmm…”

The girl in the video paused to think. “I like guys who wear white dress shirts and white sneakers. He has to be good-looking, a bit restrained and aloof… like a ‘little wolf dog’ type.”

She added seriously, “Also, I don’t like men who are richer than me—he has to be poorer.”

Zhang Yu, who had a bit of a thing for voices, was immediately drawn in by hers.

Zhang Yu picked up the phone, catching the flustered looks from the two female employees.

To protect this national talent, the girl in the video was fully pixelated.

“Who is she?” Zhang Yu asked.

“She’s my goddess,” one of the women said, trying to stay calm. “She’s developed breakthrough treatments for many rare diseases. Her medicine saved my dad’s life.”

“Do you have any photos of her?” Zhang Yu asked, surprised someone so young could be so accomplished.

“No, not really. She rarely appears in videos and has never shown her face.”

…

Lu Yan watched the video again on his computer, a faint smile tugging at his lips as his usually cold features softened.

If he remembered correctly, the girl’s description matched exactly how she looked the first time they met.

After all these years, the only comfort he had was knowing—even if she’d forgotten him—her ideal type was still him.

The only difference now was that he was richer than before.

Lu Yan tapped his index finger twice on the table, then replayed the video once more.

If she really wanted to “keep” him, then fine—he’d let her take care of him for life.

Meanwhile, Shi Han grabbed lunch at a nearby restaurant.

When she returned at the Shi family home, she poured herself a glass of plain water and sat down, her thoughts drifting to Lu Yan.

He refused her money and was being pressured by that wealthy woman—could he really be struggling that badly?

If he ever reached a dead end, would he…?

Shi Han quickly shook her head. No, impossible.

Lu Yan had already turned down a girl like her—someone decent-looking. He definitely wouldn’t agree to be with that rich woman.

And even if he ever had that kind of thought, she was absolutely his first choice!

But… Shi Han frowned. She realized that during their conversation, she might have made it clear she wasn’t interested in Lu Yan. Could it be that he had already ruled her out?

She took a sip of cool water, pondering for a moment before deciding to visit the sales office again tomorrow.

After finishing half her glass, she was about to head upstairs when Bai Wanjun came in carrying several big bags.

Seeing Shi Han, her eyes lit up. “Come here quickly—I bought you some clothes. Try them on and see if they fit.”

“Did you call me?” Shi Han looked around but didn’t see Shi Yin anywhere, feeling a bit confused.

“Still not coming? Look at what you’re wearing—does this look like the daughter of the Shi family?”

Especially that outdated floral dress. If it weren’t for Shi Han’s face holding it up, she’d probably be laughed at.

Bai Wanjun gave a disdainful glance, then set the bags down on the sofa. “Come try these on and see if you like them.”

Shi Han glanced down at the floral dress she was wearing. It was a cheap birthday gift from her grandmother before she passed—definitely not much, but it was the only one of its kind in the world, and she rarely wore it.

“You’re still sulking?” Bai Wanjun saw Shi Han standing frozen and tossed the new dress she had just pulled out onto the sofa. “Why can’t you be a little more obedient and sensible like your sister? I spent so long picking these clothes out. Can’t you just get up and try them on? What, you want me to come beg you?”

“…” Shi Han pressed her lips together, not wanting to start another argument, and finally walked over.

Bai Wanjun held up a knee-length pale blue dress. Shi Han noticed the designer label—this dress cost at least twenty to thirty thousand.

Clothes in this price range were usually bought for Shi Yin, and most of Shi Han’s old clothes were either hand-me-downs from Shi Yin or things she had rejected.

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