Shen Wang had been spoiled rotten since childhood. All he had to do to get what he wanted was act cute. His life motto was, “Even if the sky falls, someone else will hold it up for me.”
Then, overnight, the Shen family collapsed. His father went to prison, their assets were frozen, and creditors kicked him around like a ball for half a month before he was finally shoved into a private room.
Fu Siyan was rumored to be cold, iron-fisted, and merciless. Shen Wang gritted his teeth and took the initiative, hooking a finger into Fu Siyan’s tie with a flirtatious smile. “Sir, why don’t you keep me? I’m easy to look after.”
What he was really thinking was that he’d pocket a few million in breakup money and run.
Fu Siyan looked down at him for three seconds, then said just one word: “Fine.”
Shen Wang was taken back to a villa halfway up the hill, expecting to be thrown out the moment Fu Siyan got sick of him.
Instead, when he tried to run, Fu Siyan grabbed him by the waist and pulled him back into his arms.
The man bit his earlobe and chuckled, his voice low and hoarse.
“Shen Wang, you flirt with me and then think you can run? I spoiled you, and I’ll keep spoiling you for the rest of your life. Got it?”
So beautiful! So beautiful! So beautiful!