My Immortal Pet Girlfriend

After being fired, Jiang Shuo had only 98 yuan to his name when he drove his Wuling into a gold Rolls-Royce worth tens of millions.

The driver sneered, “You broke nobody think you can frame Lord Hong?”

The next second, stacks of 100-yuan bills suddenly appeared throughout the van.

The bystanders were stunned, the driver was dumbfounded, and even the big shot fell silent.

While everyone assumed he was a secret tycoon, only Jiang Shuo knew the truth:

His only backing was a Samoyed named Danzhu, thrown at him by the company goddess.

It tore up the house and bared its fangs to guard its food,

but it was also the one that warned him of disasters in advance,

and, most astonishingly, it quietly transferred 88.88 million into his bank account.

From a downtrodden corporate drone whom everyone walked all over to the power behind the scenes shaking up the whole city.

Jiang Shuo rose to the top, until one day he suddenly realized:

The one who had been by his side was no dog at all.

The stunningly beautiful, immensely powerful female CEO glared at him with red-rimmed eyes:

“You actually want to sell me to pay off your debts?”