On New Year's Eve, I Turned the Tables on My Relatives with a CEO Beauty

You told me to put on an act, so you really want to marry me?

“Broke guy goes home for New Year + comedy + golden finger + constant face-slapping + brainless wish fulfillment”

“Mom! Put down the pesticide! I brought home a wife! A living one! She really is a CEO!”

On the twenty-ninth day of the twelfth lunar month, Lu Yuan hit the darkest moment of his life: a gold-digger mocked him, his company fired him for no reason, and his mother issued an ultimatum: “Bring home a wife or drink this poison!”

With no other choice, he gritted his teeth and posted an ad: “Five thousand a day to rent a girlfriend! Requirements: an aura that reaches the heavens, and the ability to verbally roast every aunt and uncle into the ICU!”

Who could have guessed that at the interview, a pair of gorgeous legs in black stockings would stomp right on his face…

Night fell, and heavy snow sealed off the mountain roads.

On the narrow, sweltering kang bed in the countryside, Shen Ruobing locked the door behind her. Right in front of him, she slowly tore open her designer black stockings, her eyes hazy and dangerous.

“Lu Yuan, since it’s New Year, let’s try something that isn’t in the contract…”

“Would you rather have dumplings first, or… me?”