Praise

In my fifth year of being Jiang Yuhuai's devoted doormat, my billionaire father brought me home, and I became his heiress.

I had barely enjoyed two days of the good life when Jiang Yuhuai showed up with his frail childhood sweetheart.

He held his chin high, as if granting me a favor.

"If you donate a kidney to A Miao, I'll agree to be with you."

Before I could even speak, the muscular guy I'd just picked up wrapped an arm around my waist.

"Song Song, looks like you were really starving before."

I swallowed, eyeing Jiang Yuhuai's skinny-dog physique as I considered it.

"Well... I guess I really was desperate enough to take whatever I could get."