Breakup Counselor

Shen Que, formerly a top stylist, now works as a “breakup proxy,” specializing in trash men. Her online shop’s prices are clear: a dignified farewell or social ruin. No playing with feelings, just business.

Versatility is her weapon. Today she’s an innocent heiress, tomorrow a ruthless investigator. She takes on the role of the “perfect prey” no trash man can resist, or the “deadly natural enemy” he fears most. A PUA master meets his own reflection, a mama’s boy gets smothered with maternal love, and a womanizer gets caught in the tidal lock. She never uses the same trick twice, because trash men don’t deserve that much effort.

Clients only have to do one thing: make up their minds. The rest is Shen Que’s casting, script, and final cut. Once the balance is paid, they owe each other nothing.

“Breakups should be dignified, but they don’t have to be.” That’s what her shop’s homepage says. In Shen Que’s ledger, every job comes with its true costs: the time spent listening to a trash man brag, the nights spent reciting the Diamond Sutra, and the things she never put in the contract: the tears she shed for her clients, including that one tear that was her own.

In the urban jungle, she’s the most expensive hunter around. Her prey never sees her coming.