The Northeastern Girl Arrives to Tame the South Seas Billionaire’s Family

After my breakup, I went to Malaysia to clear my head. At the airport, a handsome man stopped me. “Five hundred thousand a month to pretend to be my girlfriend and fend off my family’s pressure to get married.”

I’d just torn my cheating ex to shreds. I rolled my eyes. “Do I look like an idiot to you?”

He calmly raised the offer. “A million. Food and lodging included. Keep it up until my mom’s satisfied.”

…Fine, I’ll take the job!

I thought it was just a business deal, but when I walked into his home, I discovered that...

My future “mother-in-law” was so cowed by the rules of the wealthy that she barely dared speak above a whisper. My “father-in-law” was stern and old-fashioned, and the father-son relationship was frozen solid.

The CEO said, “Act however you like. Just don’t take it too far.”

I rolled up my sleeves. “Just you watch!”

And so, the style of the top family in Southeast Asia took a sudden turn:

I taught my mother-in-law to use Northeastern slang to put the rich ladies in their place: “What are you showing off for? Keep yapping and I’ll knock you flat!”

I won over my father-in-law with iron-pot stew and even shared my “secrets to taming a husband.”

As I watched the whole family grow more and more eccentric under my influence, the CEO cornered me in the kitchen late one night, his gaze dangerous.

“The contract has expired. But now, I want a permanent one.”