Fan Shengmei Reborn: You'll Become a Rich Woman

When Fan Shengmei came back to herself, she was dressed in a pale green gown that made her skin look as fair as snow.

Wang Baichuan stood before her, his palm slightly sweaty. His Adam’s apple bobbed as he asked tentatively, “I’ll be relying on you, my old classmate, now that I’m in Shanghai… I wonder if, ”

“I’m busy.”

Her voice was cool. She casually tucked a windblown strand of hair behind her ear, and the faint scent of luxury perfume drifted around her.

Wang Baichuan froze. Before he could say the words he had kept buried in his heart for years, she had already shot him down.

Only one thought echoed in Fan Shengmei’s mind:

“I hold you in my heart, and never let a day go by without thinking of you.”

“Xiaomei, I left your dad at the entrance.”

Her brows knitted slightly, a trace of scorn flashing in her eyes.

Having lived another life, she finally saw things clearly.

Wang Baichuan’s devotion was nothing but a self-indulgent performance. He had never loved the real her, only the “perfect woman” who could give him connections, impress people and help him deal with Mr. Lang, then come home and cook for him.

“Don’t joke around.”

Her red lips curved in a smile that never reached her eyes. “I’m leaving.”

The instant she turned away, her smile vanished.

In this life, she would never stake her future on any man again.

There had never been a savior in this world.

The only person who could save her from disaster, time and again, was herself.

Her high heels clicked over the mottled shadows of the trees. In her heart, she silently vowed:

This time, Fan Shengmei, you’re going to become a rich woman!