It Was Just Chatting for You, Crown Prince, Why Did You Take It Seriously?

Her roommate was in an online relationship with a broke, stingy straight guy and was embarrassed by him, so she hired Wen Yao, S University's campus belle, to chat with him and break up on her behalf.

Paid to do the job, Wen Yao felt no guilt whatsoever. She went straight into slacking off, spouting nonsense to the “poor boy” on the other end of the screen:

“Babe, did you go lay bricks today? If you didn't, how are you going to buy me spicy strips?”

Who knew the “poor boy” would suddenly drop the act?

He started transferring money just for walking, then transferred more for meals. Even a casual complaint from her earned her a flood of payments, each starting at ten thousand yuan.

His voice was cool and aloof: [I'm no good at comforting people. Buy it yourself.]

Wen Yao: ? So this is the simple, unadorned life of the rich?

Then her employer called off the plan. Wen Yao quickly took her money and deleted him, leaving behind a shameless declaration: [I'm bored. Honestly, I only love money, and now I've found someone richer.]

The next day was S University's centennial celebration.

The famously cool, noble, untouchable heir to a wealthy family, Pei Xu, made an appearance.

He cornered Wen Yao as she tried to slip away, pinched her chin, and narrowed his phoenix eyes.

“I heard you found someone richer. I just donated the entire campus. Tell me, who's wealthier than me?”

“Besides, you sounded so sweet calling me ‘hubby’ last night. Say it again and I'll give you a card.”