Meng Wanyu scanned a shared bike and hopped on.

Her cycling was wobbly and all over the place—truly terrible.

After all, she never rode bikes.

She always had a driver and a luxury car.

But today, chasing a man? She threw caution to the wind.

Lu Chengzhou noticed she wasn’t keeping up. He braked and glanced back.

Good grief.

With skills like that, he genuinely worried for any passersby.

Thankfully, the streets were nearly empty this early.

Otherwise, bumping into an elder would’ve landed her in serious trouble.

“Miss, do you even know how to ride a bike?”

“Yeah… I rarely do.”

Meng Wanyu gazed longingly at his bike’s rear seat.

If only he’d give her a ride.

But Lu Chengzhou showed zero intention of offering one.

He said earnestly, “If it’s too hard, just take a taxi.”

Meng Wanyu: “….”

He added with mock sincerity, “The driver knows the route. You can rest assured.”

She seethed inwardly.

*Rest assured? Like hell!*

*What a clueless jerk!*

She refused to back down. Today, she *would* ride on his bike.

Under his watchful eyes, she returned the shared bike to a nearby rack.

Then, without a hint of shame, she settled onto his rear seat.

Her clean, fair hands naturally wrapped around his waist.

“Let’s go. You take me—it’s not far, right?”

Lu Chengzhou’s eyelid twitched.

*What’s with her? So forward!*

But… that scent felt oddly familiar.

The warmth of her arms, the pressure on his back—both strangely familiar.

He cleared his throat and looked away.

*Not good.*

*Thinking of Meng Wanyu this early?*

*Picturing a breathtaking beauty while facing a shockingly unattractive girl… weird.*

He shoved those thoughts aside.

She was already seated—he couldn’t kick her off.

Thankfully, she was light.

Then it hit him: he’d never even asked her name.

Right—she’d mentioned “Ayu” or something.

Definitely not real.

For Lu Chengzhou, no formal name exchange meant easy detachment. Convenient.

He never planned to get serious anyway.

To Meng Wanyu, his calm acceptance—riding with her disfigured face, ignoring curious stares—proved he truly didn’t judge by looks.

*Sigh… How do I win over a man who doesn’t care about looks?* she fretted.

Her greatest asset was her beauty.

Then wealth, then background.

Lu Chengzhou liked money but stayed principled.

Her extravagant status wouldn’t attract him—it’d push him away.

Winning him felt impossibly hard.

Then it dawned on her: *Wasn’t my goal exactly to find a man like this?*

Found him… yet failing. So frustrating.

…

At the breakfast shop, a long queue snaked out the door—just as he’d feared.

He sighed. Waking early was pointless.

He waited patiently. Fifteen minutes passed.

The disfigured girl stayed quietly beside him—not checking the menu, but stealing shy glances at him.

Lu Chengzhou fixed his eyes on the rising sun.

*Those eyes… uncannily like Meng Wanyu’s!*

He’d replayed her voice, smile, every feature over a dozen times that morning.

*Am I losing it?*

Finally holding soy milk and youtiao, he turned to leave—when the flower-like girl beside him spoke up, eyes downcast.

“I forgot my money… Could you lend me some? I want breakfast.”

No act—she truly had none.

As a pampered heiress, she never carried cash. Today, her phone was left in the car.

“Here.”

Without hesitation, he handed her his breakfast and bought another set.

“You’re just… giving it to me?” Meng Wanyu blinked, stunned.

*Not even a refusal?*

“Waiting half an hour with no money? Too harsh,” he smiled gently. “It’s cheap. My treat.”

Meng Wanyu froze.

*Oh no.*

His smile was unfairly healing.

His eyes, crinkling with warmth, sparkled—gentle, handsome.

In that glance, she felt a jolt.

Her heart thumped wildly.

Lu Chengzhou mounted his bike, then paused.

Rush hour had begun. A taxi would trap her in traffic—missing study hall, maybe first period.

But biking? She might make it.

He glanced back at the girl clutching the breakfast, dazed.

Patted the rear seat.

“Get on. I’ll see this through—take you to school.”

“Really? You’ll take me?”

She asked cautiously, voice small.

Her fragility stirred an unexpected pang in him.

*She must’ve faced so much unfairness because of her face.*

He exhaled, patted the seat again.

“Yes. Get on.”

…

At the school gate, Meng Wanyu dismounted.

Honestly? The seat was uncomfortable.

Her long legs kept brushing the ground.

Bumps jostled her bones.

But—*it was Lu Chengzhou’s bike*.

Her heart bubbled with joy. She already longed for the next ride.

Lu Chengzhou sighed inwardly. *Still late.*

He turned. The flower-like girl had vanished into the crowd.

Thinking of her, he murmured softly:

“If only a girl who uncannily resembles Meng Wanyu could have a fate as blessed as hers.”