Fishing-type little money fan X The forbearing prince
A strange combination of circumstances + extreme pulling + love captured by the superior + first love
Chu Chaomu stared at the bank transfer records unwillingly, and the half-million yuan defrauded from her cousin was like a knife piercing her heart.
She pulled out the scammer's social account, hovered her fingertips over "Add Friend", and clicked on it with a sneer.
She wanted this liar to spit out every penny he had swallowed.
The bait was thrown for eight months.
She kept flirting, kept saying she loved him, and said she couldn't live without him.
Wen Che's defense line collapsed inch by inch, and she transferred 400,000 yuan. She took advantage of the time and sent a message: "Let's meet."
At the entrance of the high-speed rail station, Chu Chaomu looked at Wen Che in front of him. He was three points cooler than in the photo. She asked her cousin to be prepared to call the police and arrest someone.
But her cousin was shocked and told her that this was not the person.
Chu Chaomu's brain exploded with a buzzing sound.
Same name and surname. She added the wrong person.
Now, she is not a family member of the victim, she is a fraudster.
She wanted to confess, but the 400,000 yuan had already filled her cousin's hole.
What did she get in return?
Coincidentally, Wen Che became her roommate.
The two had to share a bed and live together.
Until that day, she accidentally glanced at an encrypted email on Wen Che's computer screen.
"The only son of the Wen family consortium was abducted when he was young. The DNA comparison was successful. He quickly returned and recognized his relatives."
Chu Chaomu's blood froze in an instant.
The top wealthy family in Beijing. The prince.
She packed her luggage overnight and left a note: I'm sorry.
Wen Che found her.
"Chu Chaomu," he leaned over, his hot breath brushing over her trembling lips, "You have defrauded me of my money and my feelings, and you still want to leave me?"
