[1v2 at first, then 1v3 + dog-training romance + heroine uses love to get everything]
Wen Wan spent five years as Pei Yubai’s perfect stand-in, mimicking every frown and smile of the first love he held in his memories.
Once the job was done and a billion yuan landed in her account, she turned and walked away without a trace of regret.
On a video call, his friend Gu Zhou said coldly, “She’s just a knockoff. I’m sick of her. You should’ve let her go ages ago.”
But they had no idea that this was exactly the day she’d been waiting for.
The night she left Pei Yubai, Wen Wan met a handsome, down-on-his-luck guy with white hair in her own bar.
He said pitifully that he had nothing to his name and was waiting for some kind soul to save him.
She handed him a supplementary card. “Come with me. I’ll pay you a million a month.”
His eyes lit up, and he became as obedient as a golden retriever.
Later, their roles began to reverse
Pei Yubai, who had called Wen Wan nothing but a stand-in, couldn’t sleep in his empty villa after his first love returned from abroad.
Red-eyed, he called her again and again in the middle of the night, his voice more humble than she’d ever heard it. “Wen Wan, come back... Name your terms.”
Meanwhile, Wen Wan was leaning against the white-haired hunk, laughing as she hung up. “Mr. Pei, after-sales service doesn’t cover this.”
Gu Zhou, the friend who once sneered that Wen Wan was repulsive, won the world championship, only to discover that his most trusted teammate and manager were secretly concerned about her.
He angrily blocked her, then regretted it. At last, on a rain-soaked observation deck, he asked her miserably, his voice trembling, “Did you... never really like me?”
Wen Wan held up her umbrella and looked down at him, drenched from head to toe. “Gu Zhou, you’re too late.”
And then there was the most obedient “puppy,” Fu Chen, who finally dropped his disguise.
He was no down-on-his-luck pretty boy. He was the mysterious young ruler of an overseas business empire.
The day his identity was exposed, he dropped to one knee and took Wen Wan’s hand. “I planned everything and came back early, but not to compete for anything.”
“It was so you’d see me first.”
They grew jealous of each other over her, set aside their pride, and even turned against one another.
At the celebratory banquet, their eyes met, sparks flying, while she stood apart with a glass in her hand.
Once, she had been a “shadow” they could easily define and arrange as they pleased.
Now, the shadow had become the light they chased, and she held the power of choice firmly in her hands.
Wen Wan: “Love?”
“That’s just the prize the winner gets to keep after the game is over.”
