Oh No! I Became the Unlucky Roommate of an Amnesiac Big Shot

When Qiao Ran woke up, she had become a cannon-fodder villainess destined for a tragic end. Facing Bai Ziyu, the wealthy young heir, who had lost his memory and now had the mind of a six-year-old, she had been manipulating and exploiting him. She decisively tore up the script and began her “raise the kid and stay alive” plan. By day, she hand-painted canvas bags. At night, she ran a perfectly legal stall at the night market, even teaching the little one to do the math and haggle. Somehow, life was going wonderfully. The kid's talents were a little too extraordinary, though: he calculated faster than a calculator, casually painted starry skies that brought passersby to tears, and was always gazing at her with those big, dewy eyes. Counting her money, Qiao Ran fretted. “Kiddo, when you get your memories back, you won't still remember me making you hawk T-shirts, will you?” Later, the capital's elite circles were shaken when the young master of the Bai family returned. Cold and ruthless, he protected one person behind him. He smiled as he crushed his enemies, then turned to her with a wounded pout. “Sis, they won't let me run my stall anymore.” Looking at her bank balance and the sparkle in the kid's eyes, Qiao Ran took a deep breath. “Fine. We'll upgrade the stall and open a shop. Let's keep at it!”