The Villainess's Hunting Ground

The night my own father sold me, I jumped from the third floor. I survived. Worse still, after I woke up, someone swindled me out of my last two hundred yuan. The relationship blogger who took me in taught proper lessons. But her female students were anything but proper. They took every sentence the opposite way, then threw themselves at men, thinking they could get their hands on the whole world. When the first one went in, I was wiping the table. When the second one went crazy, I was doing the books. When the third one disappeared, I started taking action. Three years later, those men knelt and begged me to take their money. Five years later, the people who once looked down on me begged me for a bite to eat. Ten years later... A man cornered me in the elevator and asked, “What exactly do you want?” I looked at the watch on his wrist. It was worth enough to buy me a house. “Guess.”