[Clear-eyed, money-minded, and shamelessly demanding × a paranoid, unhinged tycoon pretending to have been duped]
[Reborn + mutual salvation + domineering possession + male lead’s omniscient perspective + intense push and pull]
After dying a miserable death on the street in her previous life, Jiang Yao was reborn and shut her heart to love.
To hell with romance. Making money is what matters!
Faced with Fu Hanzhou, a powerful, notorious tycoon in Beijing who suffers from severe bipolar disorder, Jiang Yao decides to play the perfect, sweet, fragile “idealized first love substitute,” all so she can treat him like an emotionless ATM.
“Mr. Fu, I really like that five-million-yuan necklace, but it’s so expensive…”
(Jiang Yao’s inner monologue: Buy it! I’ll sell it for cash, and my escape fund will be complete! The best plan is to run away!)
Fu Hanzhou doesn’t even look up. He hands her a no-limit black card. “Go ahead and use it.”
With her god-tier knack for playing the coy, calculating beauty, Jiang Yao rakes in money like crazy and finally saves up fifty million yuan.
She decisively fakes her death and runs, hiding in a drafty rental room, eating instant noodles and counting her cash, convinced she has finally regained her freedom.
Until one dark, stormy night, the door of her shabby rental room is kicked open.
The Beijing heir, who has always carried himself like he’s above everyone else, is drenched from head to toe, his eyes bloodshot, like a madman ready to devour her.
He corners her step by step. His large, bony hand clamps down hard on the back of her neck, yet he slams a property transfer deed worth hundreds of billions in front of her:
“You took my money. If you’re not leaving your life behind, where do you think you’re running?”
Jiang Yao’s legs go weak with fright. She thinks he’s going to drown her in the river.
But instead, this powerful man trembles as he buries his face in the crook of her neck, his voice utterly abject:
“Yao Yao, the money
