You're Sick, I've Got the Cure, We're Made for Each Other!

Bad boy heir + sweet, well-behaved girl + possessive love + so sweet it makes your head spin! Her younger brother took the family's old car without permission and crashed into a limited-edition Rolls-Royce Phantom. The owner demanded 2.8 million yuan in compensation. The creditor was Lu Jin. Lu Jin was a young master who had returned to the capital. With his defiant, flamboyant looks, he was a privileged son of heaven who stood above the clouds and did as he pleased. Su Taoruan went to him, eyes red, to negotiate a payment plan. Lu Zhiye's dark eyes studied her for a long moment before he suddenly chuckled, his tone ambiguous. "Pay me back with yourself." Su Taoruan understood what he meant. After a long silence, she clenched her fingers until her knuckles turned white. "Can we keep this private? At school, we should keep our distance." "Two conditions." Su Taoruan looked up, bewildered. "What?" Lu Zhiye's lips curled as he leaned over nonchalantly, his breath brushing her ear. "The first condition: be my girlfriend." Everyone said Su Taoruan, whose family had fallen on hard times, had gone to great lengths to cling to Lu Zhiye. That is, until a secretly recorded video leaked. The haughty young master Lu was drunk, his face buried in Su Taoruan's neck, eyes rimmed red and voice choked with tears. Looking as wronged as an abandoned puppy, he said, "Baby, I've been waiting for you for nine years."