W-Waaah, I Was Wrong! Brother, Stop Kissing Me, My Legs Are Weak

Bei Qing, a futures-trading prodigy from the finance department, graduates straight into unemployment. To pay off her mother’s tens of millions in debt, she takes a job as an influencer’s assistant.

By chance, the futures analysis she casually posts on the influencer’s account makes the influencer an overnight sensation, and she lands the most ridiculous commission imaginable:

“Help me win over Quan Mo, the heir to a powerful Beijing family. I’ll pay you five million if you pull it off.”

Bei Qing takes the job and launches a double life of deception.

By day, she’s an unknown trading genius, holding her own in conversation with Stanford prodigy Quan Mo and earning his admiration and investment through her skill.

Late at night, she takes over the influencer’s account, sweetly calling him “big brother” and flirting so shamelessly that the young heir, an ocean away, can’t sleep.

She nearly gets found out several times, and each time she escapes by the skin of her teeth.

Quan Mo crosses an ocean and flies home to start a relationship, his heart and mind filled with “her.”

At the airport, she rises on tiptoe to kiss his cheek and tells him to wait for her return.

The moment his plane lands in the United States, a breakup text arrives right on time, followed by the whole package: blocked and deleted.

Quan Mo goes mad.

Only after painstakingly piecing everything together does he finally learn the truth.

He puts away his sharp edges and, looking utterly disheveled, knocks on the door of her rented apartment. He plays his moves carefully, all to win her heart.

Until the day she becomes his adoptive sister.

His longed-for little liar stands in the living room of his home in a white dress, looking utterly astonished.

Quan Mo corners her against the wall, obsession burning in his eyes.

“You lied to me. You flirted with me. And you were the one who ran away.

“Call me ‘big brother’ during the day.”

“At night, when the door’s closed, ”

She covers his mouth, tearfully begging him not to finish.

He bends down and kisses away her tears, shutting off every escape.

“You’ll call me ‘husband.’”