When I signed that "cooperation agreement," the prince of Beijing, Lu Chen, was lighting a cigarette with my eight million liquidated damages slip.
The firelight reflected on his careless face, he said: "Queen Su, give you a chance to be my woman and I will help you pay off your debt."
Everyone thought that after being brought down by a scumbag and my best friend, I surrendered and found the most unsupportable loser in the city as my backer.
I thought so too.
I need his money and resources, and he needs a famous enough former actor and actress to block the family marriage for him.
We each take what we need and make plays when the occasion arises.
Until one time, when I was fighting for a comeback role, my opponent maliciously threw dirty water on me.
