I Hate Everything About You

Chapter 1: We Are A Perfect Match

On a winter afternoon with warm sunshine, the shopping mall was bustling with people.

In the office of a high-rise building, Chen Sui propped her chin in her hand as she looked down at the people below coming and going in a daze.
One second before her consciousness was knocked out by sleep, she was startled by the loud and deep shout of her colleague.

“This Burberry dress is so pretty! Look at Guan Jin’s neck! She’s drop-dead gorgeous!”

Chen Sui vaguely asked, “What neck?”

“Don’t sleep, come here and look, a set of photos of Guan Jin at the Bazaar party last night posted by her studio went viral and is on the hot search! Come on, look at this beauty,” her colleague shook the sleeping queen awake, and the phone screen was pressed close to Chen Sui’s face, “These celebrities are really different from us, look at her, she’s in her 40s but still looks like a fairy!”

Chen Sui nodded in agreement while scrolling through the photos.
Who did not know Guan Jin? A female celebrity who excelled in all three fields of modelling, film and music, and also had a great reputation internationally.

Last night, Film Empress Guan wore a black Burberry mermaid dress to attend a fashion show.
Despite being in her 40s, in the taken photos of her, she still looked gorgeous and was not inferior to those new female stars currently in their teens and 20s. 

“This photo is also amazing.
How come I didn’t find Guan Jin so beautiful before?”

The girl with a ponytail sitting in the front, holding her phone in her hand, turned around and said, “These photos were taken by JMing.
Guan Jin’s studio even tagged his name to thank him.”

“Who’s JMing?”

“How can you not know him? It’s Jian Ming Xi! Jian Ming Xi!” As an amateur photographer, the girl with the ponytail was quite disappointed, “Last time, there were some extremely popular photos of Mexican immigrants, so popular that the Xin Hua News Agency especially opened a category for it.
Those photos were all taken by him.”

Hearing the name of an acquaintance, Chen Sui seemed to hear a “Ding!” radar detection siren in her head.

She immediately woke up, “Jian Ming Xi?”

“Don’t you know? He’s a professional photographer and is extremely popular in the photography field,” the girl with the ponytail’s eyes lit up with stars like a fangirl, “Last year, after I had just graduated and came back here, I even sent my resume to his studio, but unfortunately, I failed to enter the interview round and didn’t get in.
I don’t know how I was so brave back then.”

“How should I put it, in the photography field, he’s no different from the noblest of the aristocracy, the most educated man at Harvard, the most successful man in the financial field like Warren Buffett, and my male god.”

[T/N: Warren Buffett is an American business magnate, investor, and philanthropist.]

“Besides, he’s super handsome, not inferior to those celebrities…”

Chen Sui tried to suppress her conditioned contempt and felt speechless deep inside.

Jian Ming Xi.

He? A male god?

Please tell her this was a joke.

Chen Sui took her coffee cup and stayed away from the conversation with the three words ‘Refusing to talk’ written on her face.