I Paid to Be His Stand-In, but the Crazy Young Master Grabs My Waist and Kisses Me

Desperate for money to save a life, I took the initiative and approached Gu Yan, the craziest rich kid on campus.

Everyone said he was cold-hearted and fickle, changing girlfriends as often as he changed clothes. But I saw with my own eyes as his beloved childhood crush dumped him without mercy.

I thought my chance had come.

“Date me for two months. I’ll help you get revenge on the jerk, and you’ll give me a breakup fee.” I proposed the deal, pretending to be calm.

The man stubbed out the cigarette between his fingers and lazily raised his eyes. He looked at me like a prey animal that had walked right into his hands, his smile wicked and irresistibly flirtatious. “Fine. But I never do anything halfway, Wen Nianchu.”

“On the first day we date, we kiss. Do you dare?”

I thought it was just a deal where we each got what we wanted. I didn’t know that ever since the day I fell for him, I’d already been caught in the trap he’d laid, one step at a time.

Later, when he pinned me hard against the wall, his eyes bloodshot as he asked whether I still wanted the breakup fee, I finally realized: the one who fell first was the crazy one, and it was him.