Drunk Over a Breakup, I Accidentally Provoked the Capital’s Living Yama

Jiang Ning, the lead dancer in a classical dance company, caught her wealthy boyfriend of three years cheating. He sneered at her, saying, “You act so pure, but you’re not as good as the wildflowers out there.”

Furious, Jiang Ning went to a top-tier club and picked the man with “the most irresistible aura.”

After one reckless night, she left behind the only two thousand yuan she had in cash and a note: “You’re pretty good. Let’s do this again sometime.” Then she made a clean getaway.

Lu Yan, the head of a trillion-yuan conglomerate, was nicknamed “the Living King of Hell.” Pinching the crumpled two-thousand-yuan bills, he was so furious he laughed.

When they met again, her scumbag ex was showing off in front of her with his new lover in his arms.

Jiang Ning hooked her arm through Lu Yan’s, who was surrounded by admirers, and smiled seductively. “Darling, tell him how much you charge per night.”

The whole room fell silent.

Lu Yan calmly slipped his arm from hers, then wrapped it around her waist instead. In a low voice, he said, “Two thousand. You already paid me last night.”