Tycoons | Villainess adored by all | Dog training | All male leads are devoted | Fictional Hong Kong setting | System | Rise-to-the-top game
Chen Yueyao, a venerable ancestor of the Hehuan Sect, transmigrated into a Hong Kong tycoon novel and became a cannon-fodder supporting female character on the verge of death.
The moment she opened her eyes, the aloof, ascetic heir to the Fu family was coldly locking her in the ancestral hall.
She tugged open Fu Xiaoye's shirt and breathed like an orchid by his ear. "Mr. Fu, can I borrow that pure yang energy of yours for a little fun?"
She saw through the pretense of fame and fortune with a cool gaze, wearing the purest mask while carrying out the wildest acts of plunder.
Later on.
The arrogant Xie family heir, Xie Zheng, had bloodshot eyes. In front of all the Hong Kong media, he smashed a watch worth tens of millions and clung to her skirt. "Chen Yueyao, I've taken care of all the rumors about you in the whole city. Just look at me... Please, just look at me!"
Shen Jinyuan, the usually cold and cutting head of Huanyu, tremblingly pressed the cold muzzle of a gun against his own heart, his voice hoarse to the extreme. "You think I'm dirty? Cut me open and see... It's been full of you for a long time."
And Fu Xiaoye, the crown prince who'd always wielded the power of life and death and ruled over the Greater Bay Area, willingly knelt on one knee at the city's most exclusive auction banquet to tie her high heel.
He touched the Adam's apple she'd bitten, his gaze dark as he mocked himself in a low, husky voice:
"You deceived me, stepped on me, and used me to climb to the top... Chen Yueyao, aren't you going to take responsibility?"
