The Buddhist Heir of the Capital's Elite Circle Has a Male Model-Binding System, and I Just Happened to Be on an Anti-Porn Raid

While conducting a nighttime inspection, Xu Zhiyi spotted her fiance, the man she'd been arranged to marry.

The rumored self-disciplined, proper young master of Beijing's elite circles was undoing his shirt buttons, struggling to speak: "Pick me, big sis. Your bill's on the house tonight."

She flashed her ID. "Get dressed and call your manager."

Xie Linchuan never expected a car accident to leave him incorrectly bound to the [Club Top Male Model System]. The System forced him to show off his abs and act pitiful to win affection. Otherwise, it made him hurt as if every bone in his body had been broken, and even threatened to send his group's stock price plunging.

The designated wealthy woman, of all people, was a rank-and-file policewoman so busy she couldn't even find time to check her messages.

The System coached him: "Big sis, my food's gone cold. Don't you feel sorry for me?"

She picked up her bowl. "I'm not off work yet. Why are you rushing him?"

Later, before the next mission had even been issued, the young master had already changed into the shirt she'd bought him.

Xu Zhiyi held out her hand. "This time, it doesn't count as customer feedback. Do you want to hold my hand?"