For the meeting with Qian the day after tomorrow, Yu Minglang borrowed a stack of books from the library and began his research.
The book titles were as follows: "Cold-eyed on Love: Find a Girlfriend in Seven Days," "How to Make the One You Love Love You," "Postpartum Care of Sows"—well, the last one was just a cover, so people wouldn't find out what kind of books he borrowed.
Busy with work during the day, he would come back at night to study these, even taking notes.
Finally, the appointed time arrived. Yu Minglang took a few hours off work, changed his clothes, and when he passed by the florist, he stopped the car, pointed at the reddest bouquet, and said awkwardly.
"This one."
The florist lady smiled brightly; even at night, just before closing, she made a sale. Happy~
The book said that buying flowers could increase likeability, so Yu Minglang, holding the flowers representing his affection, headed toward Qian's house.
It was already eight o'clock in the evening.
