Be a Good Stand-In! Don't Ask Which Other Man I'm Seeing

I sat down at the wrong matchmaking table, and the icy CEO Jiang Ruoxue shoved an agreement at me.

“Do the job and take the money. Just be a good stand-in husband! And don’t stick your nose into which gigolo I spend hundreds of billions looking for to repay my debt to him!”

She delivered that cold ultimatum, then promptly sent me to work as a low-level security guard at her company.

The whole city laughed at me as a useless kept man. My mother-in-law humiliated me, executives gave me a hard time, and she looked on coldly. But late every night, she would stare at a mask and weep, swearing she’d find the miraculous doctor, her “moonlight,” who had saved her life all those years ago, even if it cost her everything.

I sipped tea in the security office, looking at the reward notice everyone in the city was talking about, and sighed helplessly.

Wife, that gigolo you’ve been longing for is me!

Then one day, hostile forces closed in, the Jiang family was on the brink of ruin, and the old master was at death’s door.

Jiang Ruoxue fell into utter despair. She led the entire clan to kneel outside the legendary doctor’s gates, kowtowing and begging through tears and blood for the great healer to come save them.

The massive doors slowly swung open.

I stood there in the shabby security uniform she despised, a Divine Needle of Creation pinched between my fingers, looking down at her.

I watched her face turn deathly pale, shock leaving her completely dumbfounded.

Slowly, I put on the half-mask of the Asura and chuckled.

“President Jiang, the gigolo you’ve been looking for is here. How do you plan to pay my appearance fee?”