Spoiled Rotten! The Buddhist Monk Is Sweet-Talking His Darling Wife Again

[Powerful Beijing socialite X beautiful broadcaster, one-on-one, both pure and devoted] At a cocktail party, Wen Ye smashed a liquor bottle over the head of an investor and patron, earning herself an industry-wide ban. To survive, she climbed into the bed of the prestigious, ascetic Buddhist gentleman of the capital, hoping to draw a god down into the mortal world. Through the gray-white haze of smoke, she could never make out the man's face. Wen Ye treated it as a transaction. When the term was up, she left behind even the dog they'd raised together and fled the gilded cage in the middle of the night. - Everyone thought Wen Ye was wasting her efforts trying to latch onto Ninth Master Lu, until word spread through high society that Lu Yan had spent a fortune buying Bixui Bay Island and built a princess's castle there. When pressed about it, the man stubbed out his cigarette and said casually, “To make her happy.” - Later, the windows fogged up that day, and rain ran down the glass. Wen Ye was pressed against the floor-to-ceiling window. The man pinned her slender, pale wrists in place and stared at her with dark eyes. “Wen Ye, are you trying to toy with me again?”