Original subtitles

(Adapted from Chun Feng Yi Du's "Accidentally Picked Up a CEO")

(Episode 9)

This is a gift from me.

It's a little something from me.

Mr. Ling Fang.

Giving me a good rating doesn't make us friends.

You understand that, right?

I'm just giving you a gift as a token of apology.

You can throw it away if you don't want it.

I'm sorry.

I didn't mean...

My heart is about to explode.

I just want to throw up. You're so disgusting.

- Let... - Let go of her!

Ling Fang.

Does it hurt here?

Or here?

- No, it hurts. - Does it hurt here?

No, not at all.

- It doesn't hurt now, does it? - No, not at all.

I'll get going then.

What are you doing?

Why are you so close to Ling Fang?

I'm not close to him.

You touched his chest in front of me.

What?

All I did was touch it.

Why does it sound like I'm a hooligan...

coming from your mouth?

You never even touched...

Anyway, don't mess with him.

Otherwise, he'll keep buzzing around you like a fly.

Don't you like flies?

When did I say that?

He's your brother.

Who would say such a thing about their brothers?

If he's a fly,

that makes you a little fly.

Why do you keep taking his side?

Do you care about him?

I didn't take his side.

I'm just stating the facts.

Don't mention him again.

You started it.

Are you jealous?

No.

That's good then.

I was just saying. Right?

I think...

Ling Fang isn't that bad.

But he's kind of cute.

If there's nothing else, I'll get going then.

No.

Can't you move in with me?

How can a man and a woman live together?

Is Gu An Sheng not a man?

He's my brother.

Our relationship...

is that of a debtor and creditor.

You're my creditor.

Not to mention that I owe you a lot of money.

I don't want to owe you anymore.

You don't have to pay me back.

No. I have to.

I can't keep owing you.

Isn't it great if it ties us together for a lifetime?

That's not necessary.

I'm leaving.

Mr. Ling.

How much is the fare?

I'll transfer it.

Money ruins relationships.

Relationships burn a hole in the pocket too.

I merely hitched a ride,

but I still have to pay.

That's so corny.

Ling Yue.

Ms. Gu.

I didn't expect you would come...

for the launch of this line of lipsticks.

I've seen their promotional video.

I thought it was a unique design.

So I thought I'd drop by.

I'm sure you know a lot about lipsticks.

After all, your girlfriend likes to use it.

Girlfriend?

My sister, Gu An Xin.

Back at the banquet...

She's not my girlfriend.

Really?

I'm still going after her.

She hasn't agreed yet.

I see.

You need to try harder then.

It's hard indeed.

What kind of gifts do girls like?

To me,

as long as it's a gift from someone I like,

I'm fine with anything.

But girls...

will probably prefer perfume...

with a unique fragrance.

Ai Li.

What kind of perfume do you use?

Cologne.

That's not a good reference.

I'm sorry.

An Xin is a cheerful person.

Perfumes with a strong fragrance...

don't quite suit her.

Perfumes with a sweet fruity fragrance...

are more suitable for her.

You seem to know a lot about perfumes.

Not really.

It's just that I know An Xin well.

She's my sister after all.

Do you need me to give you some recommendations?

Thank you, Ms. Gu.

You're welcome.

This is the working area.

When you meet my colleagues later,

don't be nervous.

Sir.

An Xin.

From now on,

you're the official editor of Zhaoshi Culture.

I'm your team leader.

Mr. Zhao.

You don't have to be so polite.

Okay, here we are.

Let me know if you need anything.

Don't come to me if it's nothing serious.

After all, I'm occupied with work.

I'm a busy man.

- Right. - Okay, Mr. Zhao.

You can always ask Xiao Zhang or Wang Li.

- You know them, right? - Okay.

- I'll get back to work. - Okay.

Find your own place. Here.

Hello.

You must be An Xin.

I'm Mu Mu, the little fox.

I didn't know you were so cute.

You're way cuter.

Hello, I'm He Shu Huan.

Is this some kind of new joke?

Hello, I'm Lu Yi Ping.

An Xin, I didn't know you were so humorous.

Don't you think, Huan Huan?

She's quite funny.

Then why didn't you laugh?

I smiled, didn't I?

What are you laughing at?

Her actual name...

has different Chinese characters,

not the He Shu Huan in "Romance in the Rain".

I'm sorry. I thought...

I'm sorry.

It's okay.

That's how she is.

She may not show it,

but she's actually very happy.

After all, there aren't many pretty girls...

in our studio.

That's not true.

You're all pretty girls.

So we're colleagues now.

Feel free to ask me if you have any questions.

We have your back.

Okay.

Have a seat.

Thank you.

It says online that it's hard to even get in the line.

Why is there no one here?

Look.

These online reviews might be fake.

Not necessarily.

Perhaps it isn't mealtime yet.

Whatever.

We're here to celebrate An Xin joining a new company.

Thank you.

This is...

What's this?

You scared me.

Thank you.

An Sheng.

We didn't order the hot pot and any of these, right?

No.

I'm sorry.

We didn't order the red wine...

or any of these.

This is from Mr. Ling, our VIP guest.

Mr. Ling?

Could it be Xiao Ba?

He wouldn't go that far.

I booked the whole place.

I ordered the food and the wine.

There's more if it isn't enough.

Order whatever you want.

Help yourselves. Don't be shy.

What do you think?

Are you moved?

I dare not move.

I'll move around more then.

I'm sorry.

I'll be driving later.

My sister doesn't drink.

We appreciate it.

That's too bad.

It's 1982 Lafite.

Who is this Mr. Ling?

He's quite old-fashioned, but he has the looks.

The one I told you about before.

That old hat.

He looks like a fine person.

It's just a waste of that good looks.

Is he even good-looking?

- Not bad. - Not...

I can hear you two whispering over there.

So what if you did?

All of a sudden,

the food doesn't seem tasty anymore.

Ling Fang, the air conditioner is leaking.

Because you're my little brother,

I'll go easy on you.

Why don't we get started?

Eat up.

What kind of a hot pot is this?

It's burned.

Of course it'll burn if you cook it this way.

You do it.

I'm surprised that Xiao Ba can actually cook.

That's because I have a good teacher.

This is what they say,

"The student outdoes the teacher."

Did you burn your hand?

You should be more careful.

Where is it?

It's okay.

An Sheng, I'll go buy some ointment.

I'll be right back.

Wait for me.

An Xin.

Let's go together.

That's gross.

What are you doing?

Aren't we going to buy the ointment?

Ling Yue.

I'm talking to you.

(Arirang Korean BBQ)

Those eyesores are not around now.

I can go ahead and do it now.

Do? Do what?

Apply the ointment for me.

You should've told me you had medicine in your car.

What a waste of time.

If I had told you just now,

would you still come with me?

So you did it on purpose.

That's because...

you kept pushing me away.

So this is my fault now?

No.

It's my fault.

An Xin.

Forgive me.

No matter what happens,

I'll never leave you again.

I can forgive you.

But...

I'll give myself to you.

I'm not talking about that.

What were you trying to say?

I mean...

Can you forgive me now?

Knock it off. I give up.

You win. I forgive you, all right?

Come with me tomorrow to meet my family.

Meet your parents?

That's too fast.

I haven't agreed to be your girlfriend.

Aren't you already my girlfriend now?

I'm not.

All I said was that I've forgiven you,

but I didn't say anything about being your girlfriend.

Forget it if you don't want to.

What?

Are you going back on your words already?

So you're my girlfriend-to-be then.

It's just a meal.

Okay.

Where are we going next?

Let's go somewhere else...

and have a barbecue.

I have to tell my brother and You You.

Text them.

Why aren't they back yet?

What's taking them so long to buy an ointment?

All right now.

Enjoy your meal.

They're probably not coming back.

Are you going?

I have things to do.

The meat is burnt.

You should hurry.

It seems all right to me.

An Sheng, I'm scooting off.

Be sure to send You You home safely.

Come home early.

My beloved consort, I'll go first.

Seize the opportunity to hang out with my brother.

Yes, Your Majesty.

I'll do my best...

and give you a baby nephew soon.

An Sheng, try this.

It's really good.

Thank you.

Let's not drink wine.

Baijiu goes well with barbecue.

Let's drink until we drop.

Waiter, a bottle of baijiu, please.

Cheers.

You You.

Are you okay?

I'm fine.

I'm just feeling a little tipsy.

Can you...

send me home later?

Okay.

You You.

Here.

I'll get the car.

Wait for me here.

Are you okay on your own?

Don't worry.

Go and get your car.

I'll wait for you here.

Okay, I'll be right back.

Why did you bump into me?

Are you trying to make advances to me?

I'm sorry. I didn't mean to.

I think you did it on purpose.

Ma'am.

Who would want to make advances to you?

Ma'am?

Who are you calling "ma'am"?

- I... - Are you blind?

- That's not what I meant. - You're the one who's old!

So is your entire family!

- I'm sorry, I'm not... - I...

Wait. You shouldn't hit others.

- You called me "ma'am" again? - Why are you hitting me?

- What's wrong? Are you okay? - An Sheng.

He bullied me.

Who's the one being bullied now?

You bullied me!

I'm sorry. I'm really sorry.

My friend is a bit drunk.

Do you want me to send you to the hospital?

- No. - No, it's okay.

Take her home.

Don't let her make a scene outside.

- I'm sorry. - Don't let me see you again!

I'm sorry.

You You.

Let's go home, okay? I'll take you home.

I'm tired.

I want to rest for a bit.

I'll walk you to your car.

Why is your battery dead?

Don't worry.

I'll help you recharge.

You You.

There is no place for charging around here,

but there is in my car.

Let's go to the car.

Yes, of course, there is.

Don't worry.

It doesn't matter where I do it.

Look.

You You.

It's going to rain.

I'll take you to the car.

All right?

You keep trying to get me into the car.

Are you trying to do something to me?

Naughty things.

No. You've misunderstood.

Don't get me wrong.

It's okay.

I've been meaning...

to have children with you.

Perfume?

I didn't know that you knew quite a lot about perfume.

Does this help to score some points with you?

Keep it up.

By the way, I'm downstairs.

We're good to go.

All right.

I'll get changed and be right down.

Wait.

Something is missing.

Don't worry.

I'm here.

Is that a family photo?

Which one are you?

I was wrong about you.

You're interested in him and not me?

Why is there a fly in your house?

Why are you here?

You two sure make...

a perfect match.

- Mom. - Yes.

This is An Xin.

So you're An Xin.

Come in and sit down.

I'm sorry, Mrs. Ling.

There was a traffic jam.

It's okay. I'm glad you're here.

An Sheng.

Did you make plans to come together?

- Excuse me. - My future sister-in-law.

We finally met.

Hello.

You're finally here.

- Hi, Mrs. Ling. - Hi.

Xin Er is pretty good at the piano.

Back in college,

An Xin could do better than me.

An Xin, did you graduate from Yale University too?

Mrs. Ling, you don't know, do you?

Before I went to study abroad,

I did my undergraduate studies at Seijoh University.

An Xin was my classmate.

That's not right.

As far as I remember,

An Xin didn't graduate from college, right?

Ling Fang.

Ling Fang.

Not exactly.

- Actually, An Xin... - That's right.

I didn't go to college.

But Mr. Ling Fang,

at least I know how to respect people.

Unlike you.

You don't know how to show respect even after going to college.

What a pity.

An Xin.

Ling Fang meant no harm.

You don't have to take it to heart.

That's right.

The listener won't read too much into the remarks...

only if the speaker has no particular intention in saying it.

Right?

Mom.

Mom.

Look.

I told you, right?

An Xin is so short-tempered.

I wonder if Ling Yue can handle her.

That's enough. Knock it off.

What a coincidence.

I happen to like that about her.

Look.

What are you talking about?

You seem to be having a good time.

- Dad. - Hi, Mr. Ling Tian.

Dad.

Dad.

Hi, Mr. Ling Tian.

Hi, An Xin.

You look just like your mom.

Have a seat.

Mr. Ling Tian.

I'm meeting you for the first time.

Here's a small gift for you.

Take a look.

What a thoughtful child.

What is it?

Open it.

A brush?

That's classy.

Mr. Ling Tian.

This was my mom's favorite brush...

when she was still around.

I brought it for you.

Keep it as a memento.

Thank you.

Speaking of gifts,

I've prepared something for you too, Mr. Ling Tian.

That's so thoughtful of you, Xin Er.

Ms. Gu, how generous of you.

This is a painting of the Baroque period...

that I got by chance.

Since you like it,

it has found its soul mate.

An Xin.

Do you have something to say?

This isn't a painting of the Baroque period.

It's a painting of the Mannerist period.

Mannerism is also known as the stylish style.

As the name suggests, it describes the style of the paintings.

The style of the painting...

is strange and unsettling.

The theme of the painting is rather obscure.

These are the styles of the Mannerist period.

That's right.

As expected of Jin Wan's daughter.

All right. Put this painting in the bathroom upstairs.

Isn't it obvious that you tried to embarrass her?

Indeed.

You do hold grudges.

So don't mess with me from now on.

Dad.

Which of these two gifts do you prefer?

Ling Fang.

You're trying to stir up trouble again.

It's okay.

An Xin.

After your mom gave birth to you,

I haven't heard...

about you and your mom anymore.

How have you been...

all these years?

Why did your mom suddenly...

I'm sorry, Mr. Ling Tian.

After my mom passed away,

I got very sick.

When I woke up, I didn't remember a lot of things.

Poor child.

It must have been so hard for you.

I was your mom's best friend.

If you don't mind,

I hope you can treat me...

as your family.

Thank you, Mr. Ling Tian.

Well,

I have a gift for you too.

Open it.

Mr. Ling Tian.

I can't accept this.

You haven't even seen it.

How do you know if you can accept it or not?

You and my mom were old friends.

When my mom helped you back then,

she never thought of asking for anything in return.

This gift is too precious.

I can't accept it.

So you know what's in there already.

An Xin.

I respect your decision.

Come to me...

when you've come round it.

You should know.

I'm your family.

The Ling family welcomes you with open arms.

Okay?

Okay.

You must all be hungry. Let's eat.

Let's eat.

Let's eat.

Get something for An Xin.

Here, Ling Yue.

Have some fish.

He's allergic to coriander.

What was I thinking?

That's so thoughtful of Xin Er.

It's no surprise.

They were the closest back in high school.

You could say...

they were playmates...

and a perfect match.

You two know each other?

We were from the same school.

Here.

Ling Yue.

If I'm not mistaken,

the watches you and An Xin are wearing...

are customized couple watches.

That's right.

Dad.

From the looks of it, you'll get to see An Xin often.

Ling Yue.

From now on, be nice to An Xin.

If you ever mistreat her,

I won't let you get away with it.

- Understand? - Dad.

Don't worry.

An Xin.

Eat up.

Okay.

I've removed the coriander for you.

Ever since Ling Yue showed up,

you never take your eyes off him.

I know.

The reason you agreed to come to eat at my house...

is because you knew Ling Yue would be there.

Since you knew,

why did you bring me along?

Because this is the first time you agreed to my invitation.

Even if it was because of Ling Yue,

at least it was a good start.

My feelings for him...

will not change easily.

I know.

But it's okay.

Don't forget.

You still owe me a date.

Whatever you say.

What are we going to do?

I wish you...

a wonderful night.

Have fun.

Are they...

Mr. Ling.

Ai Li.

Mr. Ling Fang...

It's going to rain.

I'll take you home.

Do you think you're fooling a kid?

It's such nice weather...

and you're telling me that it's going to rain?

Did you prepare...

a surprise for me or something?

- Let me see. - No.

- Let me see it. - There's nothing.

It's going to rain soon.

Come on.

Okay then.

Let's go.

Now I know why you hate Ling Fang so much.

He squanders money away...

and always tries to sabotage you.

I wanted to give you a surprise.

It's the thought that counts.

Hold on.

What are you doing?

Silly, your face is dirty.

An Xin.

Can we start over?

Promise me.

From now on, don't hide anything from me.

I promise.

What now?

You still owe me a dance...

from Gushi Group's banquet.

You're my girlfriend now.

You can't go back on your words now.

Say yes.

Yes.

Forget about the unhappy past...

and build a better future together, okay?

Ling Tian.

Why didn't you give her the gift...

simply because she said no?

Well...

She's worried that if she accepts the gift,

that will confirm...

what the outsiders say...

about me and her mom.

That girl...

is a good kid.

Jin Wan...

can rest in peace now.

Mr. Ling Fang.

Are you going to let things slide just like that?

The shares...

What can I do?

Can't you see both of them stick together like glue?

As for Gu An Xin,

she's quite interesting.

But she's not my target.

As long as Ling Yue doesn't get the share,

I'm fine with anything.

You...

We're home.

Are you drunk or confused?

Why did you bring me here?

You'll see.

(You can make instant noodles for lunch.)

(There's food in the fridge.)

(There's drinking water, instant noodles, and cakes.)

Breakfast is on the table.

There's some drinking water in the fridge for you.

How about a drink?

This is your favorite flavor.

What's going on?

I bought this house back.

What?

I'm now the landlord...

and you're my tenant.

It's just that...

the lease is permanent.

You can't be serious.

This is our IOU letter.

But I added a clause on the back.

I, Ling Yue,

promise to rent this house...

to and only to Ms. Gu An Xin.

I'll never increase the rent...

nor will I ever sell it.

If there is a breach of contract clause,

it will be deemed that I have given up...

the ownership of the house...

and An Xin will get to keep it.

The clause of the contract...

is so unfair to you.

I don't think so.

I think it's quite fair.

I'm the landlord.

You're paying me rent.

That's fair.

Just like this IOU.

I freeloaded off you back then.

It's your turn now.

Thank you.

This is where our relationship began.

Now, it's the continuance of it.

We'll hold on tight to one another...

and never be separated again.