I Don't Wash My Hands of Trying to Get Girls, but the Boss Begged Me to Get Money.

[The heroine is a fisherman, worships money, is scheming, imperfect, and has a bottom line] "Our love has a clear price tag!" Everyone knows that I am a prostitute and will do anything for money. I dealt with all kinds of men, asking for their money and resources, just to collect enough handling fees for my grandma. Until I met that man... I love him. For him, I can put down my pride and give up my life! But in the club, I heard his sneer with my own ears: "It's just a plaything, is it worthy of my affection?" "Don't worry, this kind of wooing girl is best dismissed." "As long as you give her money, she doesn't even have to give up her face!" I smiled coldly. Fu Sinian is right, I am just a fisherman. Since he was so miserable in his eyes, it would be better to withdraw from his life and find a better home. When I turned around proudly, I didn't know that he was begging me to continue making money...