I took on substitute gigs for wealthy families to pay off my debts, only to drive my employer’s fiancé out of his mind.
The first time I met Shen Yanci, he was seated at the center of a gathering of society ladies, elegant and refined, like a bottle of icy perfume with a ten-million-yuan price tag.
I took money to play someone’s first love, and he saw through me. I took money to take the blame for someone else, and he cleared my name. I took money to call off his engagement, and he simply handed me a business contract instead.
“Miss Wen, since you’re so short on money, why don’t we make a deal?”
I thought it was just a wealthy young man’s silly game.
That was until the whole internet turned on me, brands blacklisted me, and my parents’ old case was dragged back into the light. Even then, he stood behind me, gently pushing me toward an even deeper abyss.
Only later did I understand that Shen Yanci was a master liar.
He dressed exploitation up as protection, disguised schemes as devotion, and turned me into the most untouchable woman in Beijing’s elite circles.
