While walking my dog in the neighborhood, a handsome guy driving a Maybach asked if the dog was for sale. I said, "Not on his own." He hesitated, looked at me for a few seconds, and drove off. Both the dog and I stared longingly at his receding taillights. I cursed in utter frustration, "I'll sell him on his own! I'll sell him on his own! Damn it! What a jerk, he wasn't even serious about buying!" Who knew his car would actually come to a stop, and then the door opened... The dog instantly broke free from my grip and bolted right in. The handsome guy looked at dumbfounded me and asked, "Aren't you going to bolt in too?" 01 Walking the dog around the neighborhood, my Samoyed, Yeti, was acting like a total maniac, sprinting with all his might! Holding the leash, I ran behind him, nearly dying of exhaustion. Then, as we ran to the busy road outside our subdivision, he suddenly stopped, staring at the endless stream of cars, drooling. We both stared together. Both of us dreaming of striking it rich. Yeti has this one specific trait: he is incredibly snobbish and materialistic. He absolutely loves luxury cars. Time and time again, he’s tried to climb into the passenger seat of high-end vehicles, ready to abandon me and live the good life. But I keep a tight grip on him. I've never let him succeed. 02 Right now, he was gazing eagerly at those luxury cars, looking utterly pathetic and wronged. We live in a standard middle-class complex. Across the street is a high-end gated community. There’s also a massive area of luxury estates nearby, so there are a ton of high-end cars around. I said to Yeti, "Yeti, stop looking. I'm definitely not letting you go off and live the good life without me." He rolled his eyes at me. I chuckled to myself. It was like he actually understood what I was saying. I tugged his leash. "Let's go. To the park. We still have to run a lap around the park today." He wouldn't budge. Suddenly, a Mercedes-Maybach S680 Haute Voiture pulled up right in front of us. 03 Both Yeti and I were completely stunned by the magnificent car. And then we were stunned again by the incredibly handsome, almost ethereally beautiful face behind the lowering window! Holy crap. Nowadays, guys can actually drive Maybachs just on their looks alone. What excuse did Yeti and I have for not trying harder! People who are better looking than you are working even harder than you. I made a decision. When I got back, I was giving Yeti a full grooming makeover. The handsome guy slowly exhaled a smoke ring, looking from me to Yeti. Yeti and I were both watching him with buzzing excitement. I was even thinking about how to get his number—maybe he could introduce me to a single, rich, handsome friend. While the two of us and the dog were in this standoff, the handsome guy spoke first. "Hey beautiful, is the dog for sale?" 04 Yeti was so excited he started chasing his own tail on the spot, completely losing his mind with joy. He whined, trying to act cute for the guy, then barked loudly at me, pulling with all his might to break the leash. I was furious. I raised this dog for nothing. But I put on my gentlest, most charming smile. "Not on his own." I pointed to the dog, then to myself. "It has to be a package deal." Handsome Guy: "Tying sales is an unfair business practice. It violates antitrust laws." He looked like he was ready to step on the gas and leave. In a moment of desperation, I let out a loud 'Woof!' and asked, "Handsome, which one do you want to buy?" Yeti was utterly enraged. He started barking furiously at me, cursing me out in filthy dog language. I pretended not to hear him. The handsome guy shook his head, rolled up the window, and gorgeously... drove off! 05 Yeti and I were completely dumbfounded. He stopped barking. I stopped being a smartass. We watched the Maybach's taillights, feeling like even the exhaust fumes it emitted carried the sweet fragrance of money. This was the closest we had ever been to true wealth. Once I snapped out of it, I immediately started yelling at the car that was already far away: "I'll sell him on his own! On his own! Damn it! What a jerk, he wasn't even serious about buying!" "Son of a bitch, does he think he can just brush me off because he's good-looking? Does he think I only care about his money? Pfft! I'm definitely not a gold digger!" "Even if God gave me another chance, I would still firmly say—" The car slowly came to a stop again. Just then, a city bus pulled up in front of me, and the driver yelled out, "Miss, no dogs allowed on the bus." I looked over and realized the Maybach had just stopped right in the bus lane... I stuck my tongue out, apologized to the bus driver, and quickly chased after Yeti. 06 The handsome guy opened the passenger door, and Yeti instantly bolted inside. I wanted to bolt in too, but an 80-pound large dog was already sitting in the passenger seat. There was no room left for me. The guy opened the driver's door and got out. Wow. Not only did he have a gorgeous face, but he was also really tall. Nowadays, the standards for marrying a sugar daddy are getting really high. How could I possibly pull that off! The handsome guy looked at me and smiled. When he smiled, it was absolutely soul-stealing. I said firmly, "Bro, I'll sell him alone. Just him. Let me know where you live, I can come with you and stay with him for a bit so he can get adjusted. Let's exchange numbers, I can text you all his habits and routines." Handsome Guy: "Emma Davis, do you really not recognize me?" My eyes went as wide as saucers. I actually didn't remember such a handsome classmate. I really wanted to slap myself across the face. Come on, stupid brain, think! Who exactly is he? I put on a face of sudden realization, exclaiming with pleasant surprise, "Oh! It's you! Oh my god, I didn't expect it to be you! What a coincidence, running into you here! Good lord!" He was also pleasantly surprised: "I really didn't expect to run into you right after moving back!" 07 I asked, "Oh my god, you graduated and moved back? You're doing great!" He smiled: "Not as good as you. You got such great grades. Even if you didn't go out of state, you still got into a great university." It seemed he was a high school classmate whose grades weren't as good as mine. No wonder I didn't recognize him. Who is this guy? I racked my brain, then asked, "So, are you working now?" He thought for a moment and said, "I guess you could say that." I warmly invited him: "Then hurry up and get into the grind. The economy is 'great' right now, you can even work on weekends. A thousand bucks for a whole week of work. We really picked a fantastic time to join the workforce." He started laughing out loud: "You're still as cute as ever." ??? Who is he? Even after dragging the unsold Yeti back home, I still hadn't remembered who he was. Did he get plastic surgery? I need to ask which plastic surgery clinic he went to. It was way too successful. I had absolutely zero impression of him. 08 Luckily, we exchanged numbers and added each other on socials. But his profile showed we had actually added each other a few years ago. Back then, I had just gone off to college, gained my freedom, and was extremely guarded. I rejected all requests from strangers. He had actually requested to follow me several times. Oh my god, I really was an ignorant, self-righteous little nun back then. I searched his name on my contacts and, sure enough, he was in the high school alumni group chat. But not in my specific homeroom group. It seemed he was a classmate from the same graduating class. I quickly took a screenshot of his profile and sent it to my best friend, Sarah, asking who he was. Sarah replied instantly: "Whoa, how did you get curious about him?" Me: "??? Is he a big deal? Do I know him?" I told her about running into him today. Sarah laughed for a good while before saying, "He was a total legend at our school! But back then, you only cared about studying, so even if I told you, you wouldn't have paid attention." So I didn't know him, right? Turns out he was Oliver Stone from the AP Honors track. 09 I knew his name, but I had never seen the guy in person. In our high school, students were split into different tracks. I was in the standard college prep track. Back then, I had heard rumors about Oliver Stone. They were always about how ridiculously good-looking he was, how rich his family was, or gossip about girls obsessing over him. I never heard anything about his grades being amazing. After all, back then I was obsessed with my GPA. If someone wasn't in the top 20 of our graduating class, I didn't bother knowing them. Know your enemy, know yourself, and you will win a hundred battles, right? Plus, if people's grades are similar, you have more to talk about, like discussing difficult test questions. And after graduation, I actually kept in touch with those top students quite a bit. As for other people, I really wasn't interested. My parents were also very strict about my friends back then. If I hung out with kids who didn't have good grades, my parents would scold me, ground me, and confiscate my phone. If I hung out with kids who had straight A's, my parents were completely fine with it. At that time, I was at an age where I would scoff at handsome guys, thinking they were a distraction that ruined ambition. I thought, what was the use of being good-looking? What mattered was studying hard and getting into a top-tier college. And when classmates gossiped, I didn't like to listen. I thought it was a waste of time. I’d rather go do a few practice tests. I was quite arrogant, thinking I was refined and above it all, not like those busybodies who loved to gossip about who liked who. Looking back now, I really was a total fun-killer, completely brainwashed by the system. 10 The next day, Oliver sent me a message: "Want to walk the dog?" I looked at his message, biting my finger and giggling like an idiot. I had already started dreaming that because we walked dogs together, we would fall in love over time, he would finally marry me, my dowry would be a dog, and we would live happily ever after. But my mom shattered my dream with a smack to the arm. She snapped angrily, "Hurry up and put your makeup on. Stop dawdling. The older you get, the more trouble you are." Today was Sunday. My mom was taking me on a blind date. It was the nephew of a colleague at her government agency. He also worked a stable civil service job. I chose a photo of Yeti and sent it to Oliver, then replied: "I have to head out right now. No time to walk him." He replied instantly: "Then I'll walk him for you?" I looked at Yeti's silly, blank expression and considered the very real possibility of him being dognapped. My worry for Yeti won over my desire for extreme wealth. I said, "Tomorrow. I'll walk him tomorrow and come find you. Around 6:15 to 7:15 PM." He replied instantly: "Sounds good." After thinking about it, I added: "Don't feed him for half an hour before the walk. When he gets the zoomies, I'm afraid he'll run you so hard you'll throw up." 11 The blind date was manageable. By the book, and he was very enthusiastic. My mom was quite satisfied with his family's background. His mom had passed away, and his dad had some influence and could probably pull strings to get me a promotion down the line. Both our families only had one child. If we got married, with family subsidies and both of us working stable government jobs, it would be a divine, stress-free life. At least, that's how my mom pitched it to me. I shrugged and thought it wasn't bad either. Except for the fact that his incredibly average face didn't spark any romantic feelings whatsoever. A marriage like this always felt like it was missing a little something. My mom said to me, "What's the use of a man being good-looking! You can't eat a handsome face. You just need someone average-looking. That’s the kind of guy who will be honest and settle down to live a quiet life with you." I didn't understand what kind of "quiet life" I was supposed to be settling down for. And, who says a man's good looks are useless? Oliver Stone was driving an S680! Well, although it was his family's money. But even if he didn't have money, with that face, I'd be willing to pay for his meals. 12 After work the next day, I rode my electric scooter home, then put Yeti on his leash to meet Oliver at the subdivision entrance. He arrived before us, wearing a white casual athleisure outfit. He even brought dog treats for Yeti. Yeti was instantly bought and paid for. I asked him, "Do you live around here?" He pointed to a luxury estate a few blocks down: "Over there. Just moved in recently." I was so envious I was practically drooling. I said, "It must be so nice to be your dog, living in a mansion." He smiled, looking radiant and handsome. He said, "Why don't you say it would be nice to be my girlfriend or wife?" I scratched my head: "Didn't you want to buy the dog?" He took the leash from my hand. "I also want to find a girlfriend." "Are you single?" His eyes went wide. "If I wasn't single, would I be hitting on you?" I still held onto my original point: "Didn't you want to buy the dog?" "So you really want to be sold to me along with Yeti?" He thought for two seconds. "Why don't you name a price?" And then we both started laughing. After laughing, my face turned beet red. I was actually shy. 13 I originally thought this was a great opportunity to cultivate some romance with a handsome guy. I had to be gentle, sweet, and approachable. But as soon as we got to the park, Yeti acted like a rabid dog, running like an absolute maniac! Oliver was caught off guard and nearly got dragged face-first into the dirt. I quickly grabbed the leash back, running with Yeti. My voice drifted back in the wind: "Hurry up and keep up!" And then the two of us were sprinting wildly after Yeti. Every now and then, I would angrily yell: "Yeti Davis! You're running so fast, you're going to kill your mother!" "Yeti Davis! I'm going to sell you!" He just ran even happier. In the park, it should have been a handsome guy and a pretty girl walking a dog, looking like a picture-perfect couple enjoying a leisurely stroll. But the reality was, the three of us were running so fast it looked like we were being chased by ghosts... By the end, my hair was a complete rat's nest looking like a madwoman, and I sat panting heavily on the grass. Yeti flopped onto his back beside me, limbs splayed, demanding I rub his belly. Oliver also sat beside me, wiping the sweat from his face. "I didn't expect that when you said 'walking the dog', this is what it looked like." Yeti let out an 'a-woo', his tongue lolling out, looking at me with total innocence. I petted him. "Yeah. He thinks taking a leisurely stroll down a tree-lined path is beneath him." "So you have to walk him like this every day?" "My parents are getting older. They absolutely cannot handle him. But when my younger cousin comes over, he helps walk him." 14 Once we had rested enough, we walked back to my neighborhood. At the entrance, we happened to run into my dad coming home from work. I called out 'Dad', and Oliver called out, "Hello, Mr. Davis. I'm Oliver Stone." My dad sized Oliver up, then said enthusiastically, "Oh, Oliver! Come on, come over to our place for dinner." I stared at my dad in utter shock. I didn't expect my dad to be so warm and welcoming to him. Oliver didn't stand on ceremony either. He said, "Then I'd be honored." My mom looked at Oliver and asked, "Arthur, did you bring a new intern home again?" My dad works as an engineer for a government contractor and often brings new hires home. My dad said, "Isn't this the blind date you set Emma up with?" I quickly said, "Not the blind date. He's a customer who wants to buy Yeti." Oliver chimed in: "I'm Emma's high school classmate. We just recently reconnected." 15 The atmosphere got slightly awkward. But before long, my mom was enthusiastically inviting him inside, and then the demographic interrogation began. Finally, my mom let out a slightly disappointed sigh. This made everyone's hearts jump into their throats. She concluded: "Let's eat, let's eat. Does my cooking suit your taste, Oliver?" Oliver quickly said, "I love this kind of home-cooked food." My mom said, "Then eat up. Even if the dog sale doesn't work out, we can still be friends." Me: ??? Yeti and I looked at each other. He was busy eating the kibble in his bowl, rolling his dead fish eyes, and letting out a pitiful whine. After dinner, Oliver left. My mom said to me, "Sigh, he's just a little too good-looking. When a man is this handsome, the amount of women throwing themselves at him is definitely not normal. It's not safe! Better to stick with honest, average guys. Noah is much more reliable." She added, "His family background is also a little too good. Although our family isn't bad, it would definitely be reaching out of our league. Tsk tsk tsk, not a matched pair!" I also went "tsk tsk tsk" twice. 16 Because he lived close by, Oliver would come walk the dog with me every few days. He even sent premium groceries over to our house three times: once a whole cooler of fresh seafood, once imported fruit, and once high-end steaks. Every time, the amount was so huge we couldn't finish it, so my mom had no choice but to give some away to the neighbors. Because of this, whenever my mom cooked something delicious, she’d have me call him over to eat. We truly became neighbors. I was also still chatting with my blind date, Noah. Although every time we texted, we’d run out of things to say in less than 10 messages. Over the weekend, I was shopping at the mall with Sarah, and we happened to see Noah arguing and grabbing at a girl. The girl was crying, pulling on Noah and accusing him: "You need to explain this to me! We dated for 7 years! Now you say we're breaking up just like that, is that fair to me?!"
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