I went on a blind date for my best friend, pretending to be white, rich and beautiful.
The haute couture skirt was borrowed, the diamond necklace was fake, and even the bag was rented.
I thought I was pretending to be perfect, but I didn't expect that the man opposite me only looked at me for three seconds and then said coldly:
"The necklace is made of glass, the skirt doesn't fit, and the bag is a high imitation."
It's over.
I bumped into Fu Yanci, the boss who is the best at detecting fakes in the city.
I thought he would expose me on the spot and kill me.
But he pushed a contract marriage agreement in front of me:
"Playing Mrs. Fu for three months, 10 million."
I said yes for the money.
After marriage, he checked my authenticity every day.
Check my bag, check my skirt, check my identity, and check whether I am tempted.
But later, the whole city said I was fake.
Fu Yanci held my hand in public:
"Whether she is fake or not, you don't need to judge."
"I think she's real."
