A Romance Target? No, My Trillion-Yuan Fortune!

For a trillion-yuan fortune, I bind myself to a System and set out to win over the “male lead.”

The day his affection meter hits the max, I tearfully pretend to have a terminal illness, grab my money, buy a standing-room ticket, and run off overnight.

On a stormy night, the train car is locked.

The living devil of Beijing’s elite closes in from the shadows. “Terminal illness? Standing-room ticket?”

Only then does the System shriek: Host, you’ve been flirting with the craziest villain in the whole book! He already sent the original male lead to Africa to mine coal!

And the most explosive part?

He throws down proof of ownership: “Those shell companies holding the trillion you transferred? They’re all under my name.”

“The money and you are both mine.”

A red velvet chain binds my ankle, and everyone in Beijing’s elite thinks I’m done for.

Until he uncovers the truth about the car accident in high school. With bloodshot eyes, he kneels to unlock the chain. “Go. Before I change my mind.”

I kick the door open and grab his tie. “Go where? You haven’t paid back my trillion! You’re not getting rid of me in this lifetime!”