The Cool Buddhist Heir Removes His Prayer Beads, Embraces Her, and Kisses Her Passionately

[Once you try it, you’re hooked] [Mutual firsts] [A devout young master of the capital’s elite goes mad for love] [Nine-year age gap]

Wen Ruan transmigrates into a book.

The good news: she wrote the book herself, and her character is stunningly beautiful with an incredible figure, a peerless beauty.

The bad news: she’s a doomed stand-in about to be killed by the male lead group.

Male Lead 1 loosens his tie. “Come here. All this money is yours.”

Male Lead 2 advances step by step, eyes bloodshot. The red liquid in his tall glass ripples eerily as he walks. “Be good, Ruanruan. Drink it, or you won’t be able to take what comes next.”

Male Lead 3 lounges on a leather sofa, twirling a dagger between his fingers until its silver blade flashes. “Be a good girl and do as you’re told. Don’t make me do it myself.”

Wen Ruan is terrified.

She opens her eyes to a face that could kill, with only a hair’s breadth between heaven and hell.

If she really does as they say, she’ll end up worse than in the eighteenth level of hell.

So...

She runs.

The male leads all belong to the heroine. Anyone who gets involved with them dies.

By a twist of fate, she manages to get involved with an even more untouchable man, a man outside the plot and at the very top of the financial world.

Wen Ruan is even more frightened and packs up to flee in the middle of the night.

But just as she steps out of the villa, countless luxury cars block the road.

Xie Linyuan pins her against a car door. “I was too kind to you. I actually let you think you could run away.”

Wen Ruan clutches her bank card tightly.

Weren’t we supposed to settle this with cash and be done?

She’s barely escaped the wolf’s den and fallen into the tiger’s lair. Someone, please save her, boo-hoo...