I’m Lin Youyou, an office worker with social anxiety and two completely different sides to me.
By day, I’m a nobody in the design department, worked to the bone by Ning Gaoling, the new, icy CEO.
By night, I’m his “sugar daddy,” and he’s my contract boyfriend, rented for five hundred yuan a day.
Day One:
At night, as the client, I ordered him, “According to clause three of our contract, you’re coming with me to meet my parents tomorrow. You have to act like you can’t live without me!”
Him, the contractor boyfriend: “Understood.”
The next day, at the office, he, the CEO, slammed my design draft onto the desk. “This is your ‘can’t live without it’ proposal? Lin Youyou, where’s your professionalism?”
Me, thinking to myself: “Dude, you’re mixing up your roles!”
Day Ten:
At the office, my coworker Wang Lian gave me a hard time.
He, the CEO, walked right past without even looking at me, as if we were strangers.
That night, I got a bill on my phone: [Contractor’s premium service: Emotional support. Fee: 1,000 yuan. Details: When the client was treated unfairly, the contractor offered three whole seconds of “encouraging eye contact,” soothing the client’s wounded soul.]
Me: “Ning Gaoling! You’re ripping me off!!”
Day Thirty:
The senior I had a crush on asked me out to dinner.
He, the CEO, called me in to work overtime until midnight.
I was so mad that I confronted him, but he cornered me against the wall, his voice low and aggrieved. “Client, you violated the contract’s ‘exclusivity’ clause. Tonight’s overtime is your punishment.”
Then he lowered his head and kissed me!
Wait! That’s not in the contract! I’m starting to think he’s not here to act. He’s here to trick me into paying a breach-of-contract fee!
