We Got Married

5

When Lisa returned home, she felt thirsty. She went into the kitchen, opened the refrigerator and when she saw it was full of water bottles, she couldn't help but exclaimed: "This is truly a doctor's refrigerator. There's not even one flavored drink."

Lisa took a bottle and drank a few mouthfuls. She habitually grabbed her mobile phone and intended to order takeaways, only to see its button keyboard. She then remembered smartphones wouldn't be common until a few years later.

Ring!

If Lisa didn't have the phone in her hand, she definitely wouldn't have thought it was her phone that rang.

The electric display showed the name Rose. Her university roommate, who she had a pretty close relationship with. But Rose got married, and everyday would be nothing but mass amounts of showy love which Lisa, a single dog, would consciously avoid lest incurring a critical hit. This caused them to slowly drift apart, and it had been 3 or 4 years since Lisa last saw her.

"Hey," Lisa answered the phone.

"Lilly!" A shrill female voice frightened her so much she almost threw her phone. "Help, help!"

"What's wrong?"

Rose was a typical city girl with an upper class background and was an only child. She had high EQ and to speak bluntly, had her road in life paved by other people. Well, that's a bit of an exaggeration, but one of the most admirable qualities about her in Lisa's mind was that in university, if she asked for help, whether it was a current boyfriend or ex-boyfriends, as long as they had the ability, they would rush to help her.

"Are you in Seoul?"

"Yeah," Lisa answered.

"Great, I received an offer to do the dubbing of an idol drama a while ago. But the original dubbing actress I hired suddenly quit. Come and help me," Lisa said.

"Am I getting paid?"

"Yes, of course," Rose replied loudly.

"Alright, give me the address!"'

"Then I'll text it to you in a bit. Come straight away on a taxi, I'll reimburse you."

It seemed that she was overanxious, and Lisa figured she needed the money anyway. So she got ready and headed out again.

Lisa didn't need to check her account balance, she knew exactly how much money was in it because 10 years ago, she needed to survive in a new city by herself with only 2,000 yuan.

But even for future Lisa, 2,000 yuan was nowhere near enough for her to buy clothes, not to mention the younger Lisa, who had different tastes.

Lisa took a taxi and soon arrived at the address. She bought a watermelon juice nearby and after downing two mouthfuls, entered Rose's studio.

The place wasn't massive, but in a place like Seoul, you would be considered lucky to even afford a 50-inch recording booth.

The decorations of the studio were very stylish, and wouldn't be outdated even after a few years. It must have been decorated by a former ex-boyfriend who studied in design school.

"Oh, thank my aunt and grandmother, you're here." Rose, who dressed like a true professional, looked at Lisa like she was her personal savior.

"Wait!" After taking another sip of her watermelon juice, Lisa took out the taxi receipt and said, "50 yuan for the fare first!"

"You think I'd scam 50 yuan off of you?" Rose sighed and instead urged her: "Come and read the script first."

When Lisa walked into the conference room, she saw two people already sitting. One was a young girl who was quite cute. She smiled sweetly when she saw Lisa. The other was a handsome sunny man, who for some reason, felt quite familiar.