A handsome man came to my house

Chapter 1

On a remote and desolate mountain, there was a vacant lot specifically for funeral arrangements. Approaching slowly from a distance, one couldn't help but feel the solemn and deathly atmosphere.

"Okay, Mom, don't rush me." Du Ruolin, carrying her bag on one shoulder, walked forward while looking around.

"Ruolin, remember not to make a sound. There are definitely many relatives at Auntie's place. Be polite, understand?" Du's mother repeatedly reminded her on the other end of the phone.

"I'm not familiar with them, of course I'll be quiet." She chose to stand in a corner, not wanting to get too close to anyone.

To be honest, she had never met this deceased auntie. She had heard that this auntie was very wealthy, and many distant relatives were hoping to get a share of the inheritance. Although her parents weren't greedy, they were afraid of being scolded for being unfilial and were too embarrassed to personally represent her, so they sent her, the younger generation, as their representative.

"Mom, you said Auntie is very rich, is that true?" She found it strange no matter how she looked at it. She had imagined a grand occasion, but after counting, there were only six people.

"Why would I lie to you? Keep your voice down, don't let anyone hear, or it'll cause gossip." Du's mother was very nervous.

"Okay! My phone's almost dead, I'll hang up now." Du Ruolin pressed the end button and put her phone in her coat pocket.

Just then, a woman walked towards her.

"Uh…hi!" Du Ruolin had no idea how to handle this situation. Logically, she should act heartbroken, but she really didn't know her auntie well.

"I haven't seen you before." The woman smiled and looked her over.

"Well, because my parents and I are usually quite busy." It was really awkward; it would be a miracle if the woman said she had seen her before.

Seeing that she was a little shy, the woman kindly asked, "Would you like some incense? Mr. Zhang rarely goes out. He's been isolated for too long and has become estranged from many people. Many relatives have said they're too busy to come. It's very kind of you, a young girl, to come and see him."

"Yes," Du Ruolin nodded obediently.

The woman turned to get some items. Du Ruolin

tilted her head, feeling something was wrong no matter how she thought about it.

What did this woman just say? Mr. Zhang?

She remembered that her great-aunt's surname wasn't Zhang, and she shouldn't have been called "Mr." at all, right?

Suddenly, an ominous thought surfaced in her mind. Du Ruolin slowly raised her head and looked at the photograph of the deceased in front of her. A bead of cold sweat slid down her forehead.

Damn it! The photograph showed a middle-aged man, not her white-haired great-aunt.

But didn't Mom just say that the seventh seat on the left after coming in... uh... or the first one?

Oh dear! Anyway, it's definitely not here now.

Run away quickly! It would be terrible if she were discovered.

Seeing the woman holding incense and turning around, Du Ruolin disregarded her manners and shouted, "I...I need to answer this call!" Then she ran away.

She was so flustered, afraid of being discovered for her blunder, that she didn't notice a tall man walking towards her and bumped into him.

"Ah, I'm...I'm sorry." She staggered backward, but didn't care, quickly apologizing and leaving with her head down.

Zhang Che frowned unhappily, as if he'd been dusted, and patted his shoulder forcefully.

"Are you alright? Are you hurt anywhere?" the middle-aged man behind him asked anxiously.

"I'm fine." He pushed up his askew sunglasses, took a step forward, but the object under his foot made him pull back.

He bent down to pick up the phone covered in fancy rhinestones; it seemed to have been dropped by the clumsy woman.

"What should we do now?" the middle-aged man turned around. The woman was nowhere to be seen; he couldn't very well call out in such a serious place, could he?

"That's enough for now!" Zhang Che said decisively, putting his phone in his pocket and striding forward. He finally stopped in front of a photo of someone with a face similar to his own. "

Father, I'm back..." he murmured, his sorrow sinking to the bottom, like the deep, unfathomable eyes behind his sunglasses.

In South Korea, almost everyone knew Zhang Che.

He wasn't an idol star, nor had he acted in dramas, but since the age of seven, he had been hailed as a musical prodigy. Now twenty-eight, he was a kingpin in the music industry, a master of classical piano. Every solo recital he held was sold out, and many celebrities were his fans, idolizing him immensely.

Yes, Zhang Che excelled at solo performances and never participated in orchestral music, a trait mirroring his unapproachable personality.

Meanwhile, this kingpin was packing his luggage in his room, driving his manager, Kim Jun-won, to the brink of madness.

"Zhang Che, are you really not staying in Korea?" He desperately wanted to take all the clothes Zhang Che had packed into his suitcase and hang them back up.

Although Zhang Che's contract with him had expired, he still didn't want Zhang Che to leave!

"Hmm." Zhang Che responded coldly, his hands continuing their work.

"Good heavens!" Jin Junyuan paced back and forth helplessly, "You're really strange! After your father passed away a year ago, you changed completely, saying you wanted to go to Taiwan to live a simple life. Look at your appearance, you're not cut out to be a nobody!"

Zhang Che looked at him inexplicably, unable to suppress a laugh at his exaggerated words.

"I never said I wanted to be famous."

In fact, no one knew that he loved modern music more than classical music.

"But you're incredibly handsome, have an amazing physique, and are an amazing pianist. What's wrong with you in Korea? Everyone likes you!" Jin Junyuan knew perfectly well that Zhang Che wouldn't change his mind, but he still couldn't help but complain.

"Stop arguing. It's up to you whether you want to come with me or stay in your beloved Korea. I won't force you." Zhang Che wasn't selfish. Kim Jun-won took good care of him and was a responsible and good manager. Even without him, he could handle the next signing in Korea.

"I want to come! Of course I want to come!" Kim Jun-won thought he was being abandoned and quickly declared, "Don't even think about leaving me here. I just don't understand why you chose Taiwan. Is it because of your father?" "

Not entirely." Zhang Che smiled faintly.

"Oh? Could it be that your secret lover is in Taiwan?" Kim Jun-won joked.

Zhang Che revealed an extremely ambiguous expression. "Yes, my woman is in Taiwan, so I have to go there."

"What? Is it true?" Kim Jun-won was both shocked and puzzled. In the past year, every time Zhang Che was interviewed, he admitted to having someone he liked, but he had spent at least twelve hours with Zhang Che every day and hadn't seen a single one. It was really strange.

Zhang Che revealed a mysterious smile, not intending to say more. His right hand reached into his pocket, caressing the rhinestone-covered phone with longing and anticipation.

His secret lover was hidden inside this phone, and he would soon be flying to her side, grabbing her tightly… His

slender fingers typed the last word on the keyboard, and Du Ruolin deflated like a punctured balloon, instantly becoming limp. She practically crawled to bed, her eyes, exhausted from twenty-four hours of work, finally able to close peacefully and rest.

Ring…ring…the phone rang.

She knew it was the publisher calling, but she didn't want to move at all, especially since the building across the street had been under construction for the past few days. Compared to the banging and hammering, the phone ringing was a gentle sound, almost a lullaby.

*Ding-dong, ding-dong…* This time, the editor was calling her via instant messaging.

"Ugh…" She frowned impatiently, grabbed the blanket, and covered her face.

Enough already! Even though being a romance novelist meant a free life, meeting deadlines could be exhausting, okay?

No way! She'd finally gotten a good night's sleep, and she wanted to stay in bed like chewing gum, refusing to get up.

*Cheep…cheep cheep cheep…cheep…cheep cheep cheep…* The doorbell rang again.

"Good heavens!" She covered her ears, trying to pretend she was deaf and couldn't hear anything.

*Ring…ring…

ding-dong!* Ding-dong…

Chirp… Chirp chirp chirp… Chirp… Chirp chirp chirp…

It was practically a noisy symphony, with each sound refusing to give way, making her so angry that she jumped out of bed, turned off her phone, unplugged her computer, and stormed towards the door, determined to see which guy had chosen this time to disturb her sleep!

"Who is it?" she roared like an angry lioness, opening the door to find herself with a stunningly handsome face. For a moment, she forgot to shut her mouth, wondering if she was dreaming, and secretly vowing that no man as handsome as him had ever appeared in her social circle.

"Did I disturb you?" Zhang Che asked expressionlessly, only a slight stiffness at the corners of his mouth betraying his unease.

"No…" Even his voice was so magnetic!

"That's good." He handed her a small paper bag. "Sorry to bother you these past few days. I'm the owner of the new restaurant across the street. I hope you'll accept this small token of my appreciation."

Du Ruolin took the bag and subconsciously glanced inside; it seemed to contain handmade cookies. "Thank you."

"And this too." He took out another stack of meal vouchers. "These are for the neighbors."

"So generous?" Was this a gift from heaven? She flipped through the meal vouchers in her hand; enough for her to eat and drink for free for about a month. She couldn't help but ask, "Won't this be a loss?" Because she really would use all the meal vouchers without hesitation!

"No." Zhang Che smiled. As long as she could come, he wouldn't have a problem printing a hundred sets of meal vouchers for her.

"Good heavens, you..." It was too... too dazzling. His unexpected smile was like a super-strong flash of light!

"What's wrong?" Her vivid expression made his tone even gentler.

"Nothing, hehe..." Du Ruolin chuckled dryly. She couldn't very well tell people that she was daydreaming, could she?

Just as she was thinking about what to say to congratulate him on his business, she suddenly noticed her bare toes and realized what she looked like...

"Oh right, I..."

"Sorry, I need to pee." With a bang, she slammed the door shut.

Zhang Che froze, standing outside the door, unable to recover for a long time.

Had he... done something wrong?

"Ah..." Du Ruolin screamed as she ran into the bathroom. Seeing her reflection in the mirror, her screams became even more piercing.

Straw-like, disheveled hair; terrifying dark circles under her eyes that looked like she'd been punched; an overly childish, yellowed Mickey Mouse pajama... She couldn't believe she looked so disheveled, and so clueless as to stand in front of such an irresistibly handsome man.

Just then, her phone on the bedside table rang again.

She quickly jumped onto the bed, answered the phone, and immediately started yelling, "Nini, what do I do? What do I do?"

"Wh...what? What happened?" Editor Yan Nini was about to curse, but was startled by Du Ruolin's panicked tone.

"I'm so sad..." Du Ruolin pouted.

"What happened? Did you run into a bad guy? Weren't you working on your manuscript?"

"No, it wasn't a bad guy, it was a super handsome guy, an incredibly handsome guy, even more handsome than my male lead! But I was standing in front of him like a beggar! I can't believe it, sob sob sob..." For

a long while, there was silence on the other end of the phone.

"Nini, did you hear me? I said I..."

"I know, no need to repeat yourself," Yan Nini replied calmly.

"Then why aren't you comforting me?" She was truly heartbroken! You see, in her twenty-four years of life, having written countless handsome male leads, she had never encountered such a heart-stirring beauty in real life!

"Comfort you?" Yan Nini scoffed, thinking she was just whining. "I asked you, is your manuscript finished?"

"It's finished!" Hurry up and comfort her!

"Why haven't I received it?"

"Because I haven't mailed it yet! Ugh! Never mind that! Nini, let me tell you, that man was so handsome! Those eyes, that nose, that mouth… he looks just like the male lead in my novel!"

"Du Ruolin, are you still dreaming? Are you dreaming?"

"I really wish I was dreaming! I can't believe I looked so ugly in front of him… but I don't want to be dreaming, because he was so handsome…"

"Du Ruolin, shut up! You have one minute to mail me the manuscript, or I curse you to be chased and bitten by a dog the next time you see him, fall into a ditch, and have your face covered in dog poop." Yan Nini, unable to bear it any longer, slammed down the phone.

Hearing the dial tone, Du Ruolin stared at her phone in horror. The image of Yan Nini's curse immediately flashed through her mind. Terrified, she quickly threw the phone aside, plugged in her computer as fast as she could, and mailed the manuscript.

She absolutely didn't want to be humiliated again!

Du Ruolin felt like she'd become a voyeur.

Her rented room was on the second floor, and the handsome guy's restaurant was on the ground floor directly opposite. From her balcony, she could see the entire restaurant.

The paper bag he gave her contained a business card with the words "Secret Humanities Restaurant" in large print, along with the owner's name, Zhang Che. The name seemed vaguely familiar.

Although she had a stack of meal vouchers waiting for her to eat and drink for free, the thought of her sloppy and casual first impression made her hesitant to step inside.

So, whenever she wasn't writing, she spent almost all her time on the balcony, and made some discoveries.

Despite the major renovations, the restaurant seemed to only have one floor. Usually, newly opened restaurants would offer promotions and advertise, but Secret Humanities Restaurant was unusually low-key. There were no advertisements, no congratulatory wreaths or flower baskets, and its location in an alleyway, already inconspicuous, meant that after a few days, the number of customers was pitifully small.

Just then, a light drizzle began to fall, and the sky was a gray expanse. Du Ruolin touched her flat stomach, feeling a little hungry, but she really didn't want to ride her scooter out to find food.

Suddenly, she remembered Zhang Che's perfect handsome face, and a strange nervousness welled up inside her.

"Du Ruolin, you're such a lustful woman!" she mocked herself, amused. Her girlish fantasies ultimately couldn't withstand her rumbling stomach. She stood up, put on her knee-length knitted dress, slipped on her ankle boots, picked up her laptop, and went out the door.

The Secret. The restaurant was completely empty, except for a single table occupied by a waitress and Kim Jun-won, each engrossed in their laptops.

"Uncle Kim, business is still terrible today!" Xiao-qin was the only waitress, handling both the bar and kitchen duties. Kim Jun-won would help when she was overwhelmed, but in the few days since it opened, she was more than capable of handling everything on her own. "It doesn't matter! The boss is very rich

." Kim Jun-won understood that Zhang Che hadn't opened the restaurant to make money, but rather as a means to get close to someone.

However, he couldn't understand why Zhang Che, with his resources, wouldn't have any woman he wanted. He could simply snap his fingers, and everyone would be scrambling to get close. Why bother opening a restaurant and waiting for someone to approach him?

"Really? The boss's been acting really grumpy these past few days." Xiaoqin had never encountered a boss like Zhang Che. When she applied for the job, she only had a small hope, but she didn't expect the boss to offer such a generous salary and such flexible working hours. If she had to rush to class, he would just close the shop, making it seem like she was the boss.

Not pursuing delicious food or a thriving business, this restaurant became her place to study, practice her cocktail-making and cooking skills. The work environment was excellent and incredibly comfortable.

"When has Zhang Che ever had a kind face? He's the epitome of a stern face but kind heart." Jin Junyuan laughed heartily.

"Uncle Jin, your Chinese proficiency is truly beyond my imagination." Xiaoqin stared incredulously at his quintessential Korean face.

"Of course, I've known Zhang Che since he was ten years old, so of course I have to study Chinese well!" Jin Junyuan was very proud; to become an excellent manager, he was fluent in several languages!

"Ten years old?" Xiaoqin clicked her tongue in amazement. Catching a glimpse of someone at the door out of the corner of her eye, she jumped up excitedly and opened the door. "Welcome, please come in."

"Uh... thank you." Du Ruolin, carrying her laptop, entered the restaurant and sat down in a corner by the floor-to-ceiling window.

Although there were no other customers, she liked the simple and clean decor. The artistic crystal chandelier on the ceiling cast a warm yellow light, and the dark brown wooden tables and beige chairs gave a very comfortable feeling.

She especially liked watching people walk by, and she often daydreamed while writing. This restaurant gave her a very comfortable feeling, and she thought she would probably frequent it often.

"Miss, this is our menu," Xiaoqin said with a smile, handing over the menu and a pitcher of lemonade. "Just let me know when you need to order!"

"Um..." Du Ruolin took out a voucher from her pocket, "Excuse me, is this valid for any purpose?"

"What's this?" Xiaoqin took the stack of vouchers, looking confused. "Are you sure you're not mistaken? We don't have any right now..."

Jin Junyuan ran over and bumped her aside with his butt.

"Miss, hello, this voucher is valid for the entire restaurant without any restrictions. Please take your time looking at the menu."

Finally! His eyes gleamed, and he led the bewildered Xiaoqin to the bar.

"Uncle Jin, when did the restaurant start issuing vouchers?" Xiaoqin asked, puzzled.

"You almost gave yourself away." Jin Junyuan smiled strangely. "Let me tell you, the person who has this voucher is a very important VIP of the boss. You must treat her well. Whenever this lady comes, remember to serve her attentively, understand?"

"Huh? Could it be the boss's..." Xiaoqin made a heart shape with her fingers in front of her chest.

"That's clever! The boss flew all the way from South Korea to Taiwan in search of true love. You have to find a way to keep this VIP here, make her love this place, and she'll come back often."

Xiaoqin, who wasn't naturally romantic, could only nod blankly to show she understood. Watching Jin Junyuan rush upstairs excitedly, ready to tell the boss the good news, she suddenly felt a great responsibility.

If Du Ruolin understood Zhang Che's heart, she would know that to be a true voyeur, she would have to learn a lot from him.

She was watching the facade of the Secret Humanities Restaurant from her balcony, but she didn't notice that there was also a man watching her constantly from the balcony on the second floor.

Ever since she locked him out a few days ago, he had been in a bad mood, repeatedly thinking about where he had gone wrong. Was it because his appearance was too abrupt? Or did she not like the snacks he brought? Her sudden closing of the door gave him a sense of rejection and loss.

He still carried the phone she had lost years ago with him.

Honestly, he'd never met a woman more reckless than her. He hadn't meant to take her phone at first; it was just dead. After fully charging it and turning it on, he found himself unwilling to return it.

It was clear she loved taking selfies; her album was full of pictures of herself, all her pretty expressions captivating. She even had her private blog and email passwords saved on her phone—a dangerous thing to do, but also indicating she was incredibly forgetful. What

initially caught his attention was the MP3 file stored in her memory; the music was a piece he'd played. Playing it, he realized it was his own rendition—did it mean she was a fan?

But she didn't recognize him. Even with sunglasses on, if she truly liked someone, she couldn't possibly not recognize them… Perhaps driven by this small, childish, and petty resentment, he found her blog, discovered her profession, and her personal diary entries.

Then he found himself captivated by the magic of her words. Looking at her photos, he suddenly found her incredibly adorable. Day after day, he grew increasingly attached to her, building a powerful desire to see her.

Now, Du Ruolin was downstairs. After Uncle Jin informed him, she grabbed an umbrella and happily ran out for a stroll, probably wanting to give them some space.

Yes, he was nervous, yet didn't want to miss this opportunity. The inner struggle made him somewhat flustered until Xiaoqin called to tell him she had to go to class. He had no choice but to let her go first and attend to the shop himself.

Walking downstairs, he passed by her without her looking up, seemingly immersed in her creative world, completely unmoved.

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