Her in the Palm of His Hand

I was the capital tycoon everyone in Beijing feared, the domineering CEO cast as a villain in everyone’s eyes.

A woman who looked just like my dead first love knelt before me, begging me to save her younger brother, who had been left in a vegetative state after a car accident.

I gave her two choices: marry me or become my mistress.

Without hesitation, she chose the latter.

I thought it was a hunt. I wanted to break her pride.

But she neither cried nor fussed. She treated being my “mistress” like a job, and “keeping me happy” like a KPI. She did the work for the money and never crossed the line.

After an accident took her brother’s life, she handed me a check. “Mr. Gu, I’ve paid you back. We’re even.”

That was when I realized that I was the one who had lost everything.