How to Keep Your Fake-Poor Canary Act from Being Exposed

Former poor, honest college girl turned CEO and younger dominant partner x older submissive who pretends to be poor, loves acting, and is a seductive kept woman.

Yue Yue juggled her studies, tutoring, and a job waiting tables, pouring every penny she earned into her startup. Life was busy and broke.

She had two secrets.

The first was that she'd fallen in love at first sight with her new neighbor. The second was that her neighbor's line of work didn't seem very respectable.

Her neighbor, Nan Tu, was a beautiful woman, with slightly upturned eyes that seemed lazy and alluring, red lips and pearly teeth. Every smile and frown could tug at the heartstrings.

Ever since Nan Tu moved in, Yue Yue would hear strange, vaguely suggestive sounds at night. The next day, Nan Tu would have bruises on her body.

This was the cheapest place to live in the whole city, home to poor people, petty thugs, and... people who sold their bodies.

Yue Yue didn't dare think too much about it, but she couldn't help worrying.

So one day, Yue Yue gathered her courage, took out her savings, and knocked on the door next door.

"I might not have enough money, but could you stop taking those rude clients from now on? Of course, I don't mean to look down on your profession. I just... I just don't want you to get hurt."

Nan Tu leaned against the doorframe, sizing her up with a languid, drowsy smile.

"Little girl, are you saying... you want to keep me?"

Yue Yue's cheeks flared red. "...N-no!"

But looking at the woman's gorgeous face, her heart pounded. Her words took a turn, and, as if possessed, she said, "Be my girlfriend! I can support you for the rest of your life!"

After that, Yue Yue had a new girlfriend, and at last, a home of her own.

By coincidence, her company also received its angel-round investment around the same time. Everything was finally getting on track.

Looking at Nan Tu's counterfeit designer bag, Yue Yue declared confidently, "Once I make money, I'll buy you a real one!"

Nan Tu smiled tenderly, tucked the receipt she'd forgotten to throw away when she bought the bag into the very back of her wardrobe, and slipped in the contract for her investment in Yue Yue's company, too.

Nan Tu owned a bodyguard company and was practically retired. Out of obligation, she'd taken one last job, in an apartment block in the most remote part of town. How boring.

Her neighbor was a college student who was always rushing somewhere whenever Nan Tu saw her. Even when they met, the girl seemed so honest, blushing from head to toe and afraid to let her eyes wander.

A goody-goody.

So when Yue Yue cautiously unzipped her bag and showed Nan Tu a thick wad of yuan, offering to keep her, Nan Tu laughed so hard her whole body shook. She wiped away the tears that had squeezed from the corners of her eyes, and after a long moment, finally caught her breath. Without even looking, she zipped the bag shut.

"Fine. I agree."

She raised her head and looked Yue Yue over.

"Kid, you're my boss now."

So what if the goody-goody had misunderstood her?

Nan Tu had never said what kind of work she did.

Besides, Nan Tu glanced disdainfully at the shabby bag. The money inside wasn't even enough for one of her meals. And this little bit of cash was supposed to keep a canary? It wouldn't even be enough for a polyester-fiber canary.

She could play along with the kid. At worst, she'd pay her back a little extra later.

Later, Yue Yue pinned Nan Tu against the floor-to-ceiling windows on the top floor of the company, her cheeks flushed.

Yue Yue wrapped an arm around Nan Tu's waist from behind, stroking her designer dress, and whispered in her ear:

"President Nan, business is all about keeping your word. I said I'd support you for the rest of your life. I'm here to make good on that promise."

Nan Tu had only one thought left:

It's over. How did I end up paying back the principal and interest with my whole self?

Both pure, one-on-one.

Also known as "What Do I Do After My Poor Sugar Mommy Finds Out I'm Pretending to Be Poor?"

"How I Funded a College Girl's Startup, Then Got Her to Support Me"

Next book: "Becoming Secret Lovers with My Nemesis, the Actress." Come check it out!

A cold, calculating actress who loses control x a resourceful, revenge-minded young agent

A second chance at love

Lin Jian Yue hated Ying Shan Qing. So after sleeping with her, she took a bunch of pictures and put them in a folder only she knew how to unlock.

Ying Shan Qing was a grand-slam award-winning actress. Her bedroom photos were worth a lot of money. They could bring an ordinary person enough to live on for the rest of their life.

Lin Jian Yue was just a nobody of an agent, working her way through every circle and using every trick she could to promote her actors. None of them came close to Ying Shan Qing.

By any measure, it was a great deal, but Lin Jian Yue had no intention of selling the photos.

She hated Ying Shan Qing so much she wanted to ruin her, knock her off her pedestal, and turn her into a public pariah.

She hated her so much that she still remembered the way Ying Shan Qing had abandoned her back then.

But these photos alone weren't enough to destroy her completely.

So she took the initiative and embraced Ying Shan Qing, feeling her stiff body and frantically pounding heart, and smiled scornfully.

She and Ying Shan Qing became secret lovers.

But after she had collected enough dirt, true and false, she threw all the devices storing it into the bathtub and left only a letter on the table.

She picked up her suitcase and took one last look at the television. Ying Shan Qing was giving an acceptance speech. Lin Jian Yue smiled, finally at peace.

Forget it. Your bad luck for running into me. You're free now.

You look better standing on the awards stage.

She opened the door and was about to step outside when she heard Ying Shan Qing say on the live broadcast:

"I want to thank my wife, Lin Jian Yue..."

?

Who? Whose wife? Lin what?

The suitcase fell from her hand.

Ying Shan Qing had once possessed Lin Jian Yue's most sincere love. Back then, the two of them were extras, squeezed into a rented apartment and pointing at the cover of a fashion magazine, swearing they would one day appear on a cover together and have their names engraved side by side forever.

But later, Ying Shan Qing appeared on the cover alone, and lost Lin Jian Yue.

She always dreamed of Lin Jian Yue breaking down in tears, then spent the rest of the night unable to sleep.

After waking in a panic more times than she could count, she did two things: gathered every scrap of information about Lin Jian Yue and waited for an opportunity.

When an actor under Lin Jian Yue's management joined her production, Ying Shan Qing knew her chance had come.

As for Lin Jian Yue hating her?

Let her hate her. It would be better if hate made her think of nothing but Ying Shan Qing.

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