[Mixed-race older Daddy x bright, pure-yet-sensual flirtatious designer]
[He’s secretly in love with her, there’s an eight-year age gap, and he’s a hopeless romantic]
At a drinking party, Wen Yinong met the man who had appeared in her dreams.
Ji Yan, once a refined, elegant, and gentle star with the bearing of a nobleman, had fallen from the clouds into the mud overnight. Now plagued by scandals, his future seemed completely over.
Wen Yinong found the prospect rather tempting.
After all, the star had a strikingly mixed-race face and a body that was nothing short of perfect! Who wouldn’t be smitten?
Her friend disagreed. “Even a skinny camel is bigger than a horse. No matter how far he’s fallen, he still has his pride.”
“He won’t agree to be your model.”
Wen Yinong agreed, but that didn’t change her goal.
Watching the star get plied with drinks, mocked and put down, and treated like a laughingstock, Wen Yinong led him away from the maelstrom.
She took a deep breath, prepared a three-thousand-word pitch, and held out a black card.
“You...”
“I’ll do it.”
Wen Yinong saw his long, slender fingers gently close around her wrist.
A voice sounded by her ear. “Sugar mommy.”
Wen Yinong quietly pulled back the black card. What a bargain!
The former star had fallen to become the young heiress’s sidekick and personal model. Ji Yan’s friend couldn’t understand it.
“It’s just a few scandals. How could they affect you?”
“They don’t.”
“But I need this one chance to make our relationship official.”
“Even if it’s not exactly proper?”
“...?”
Ji Yan ignored his friend’s questions and turned to message the young heiress.
[Want to see my abs?]
Later, the star willingly dropped his secret identity. He was worth hundreds of billions, owned a rapidly rising company ranked among the world’s leading firms, and had countless properties and stocks.
Wen Yinong: ...
Wen Yinong stared expressionlessly at the bite mark on her shoulder. Sure enough, you get what you pay for!
