[A fiercely survival-minded gold digger / a possessive, scheming young heir from Beijing’s elite, sweet romance, both leads are each other’s first and only]
The stupidest thing Tang Xiaomi did in her previous life wasn’t pretending to be Lu Chen’s lifesaver and fiancée. It was not even bothering to keep up the act afterward: sleeping in every day, eating his food and spending his money, and delivering her confession of love like she was reciting a school lesson.
So the first thing Lu Chen did when his memories returned was kick her out. The second was to go back to his real lifesaver and fiancée. The third was to indirectly get her killed: wolves at a wildlife park tore her body and dignity to pieces.
Did she deserve to die?
Tang Xiaomi didn’t think so.
When she opened her eyes again, she was back in the rental apartment in her old neighborhood.
A concrete floor, moldy walls, and cooking fumes from next door seeping through the cracks.
She was reborn!
Back in the days when a gold-digging woman and an amnesiac prince, the young heir of Beijing’s elite, were living together.
They’d already slept together!
And she was still tangled in the same lies!
Tang Xiaomi was on the verge of a breakdown. She had only one thought: since she couldn’t get away, she’d better treat him a little better. A little better, and then better still.
Tang Xiaomi hadn’t found her conscience. She was afraid of dying.
But she’d forgotten that Lu Chen had a quirk: whoever saved him won his whole heart.
Every time he brought her a freshly cooked meal, Tang Xiaomi felt so guilty she could hardly stand it. She reminded herself, Don’t fall in love with him!
Who knew the young heir of Beijing’s elite had developed another quirk: he’d gone from abstinent to insatiable!
He kept her up night after night.
But the lesson she’d learned in blood was still seared into her memory.
…
Wow!
Ten million!
Tang Xiaomi grabbed the money and ran. She was hijacked along the way, and when she opened her eyes again, she was back at the wildlife park, surrounded by a pack of wolves.
Nan Ye’s deep-set eyes were greener than the wolves’.
