Mutual desire, a passionate night.
When she woke, there was only a stack of cash by the bed, with a note attached: Five hundred for one time, eight hundred for the whole night.
Qin Lang gave a couple of snorts. Since when did women start leaving him hush money?
After that, Qi Wan kept receiving Qin Lang's "follow-up arrangements."
- A two-thousand tip. Keep the change.
- A card with a limit of one hundred thousand. Go ahead and swipe it.
- A blank check. Fill in whatever you like.
And...
- A diamond the size of a pigeon egg, just a small token of my feelings. Will you marry me?
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I'm a "Lang"-ing bachelor, and I only want to make port in your harbor, "Wan."
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○ A sharp-tongued sweetheart who insists on acting like a manipulative tea-green girl × A playboy who only cares about the physical side, never the heart, and never expected to fall hard
○ A smutty comic artist × A folk singer with a regular gig
○ A rich, beautiful heiress × A real CEO
Don't expect logical consistency or good writing. Maybe it'll be so melodramatic it hits every nerve, and so off the rails readers will want to punch someone, but they can't :)
