I'm a picky face-lover.
My friends like young celebrities and amateur models. I only like pure-hearted male college students. We diss each other's taste, and they all say I'll never meet anyone who's my type.
Then I met Yan Nanling.
I fell for his face at first sight and decided to keep him.
Who am I? I'm a master of schemes, with one trick stacked on another. Yan Nanling has no power or influence and is inexperienced in the ways of the world, so of course he can't fight back against me. That's how it goes in TV dramas.
It would be even more perfect if he had a mother who couldn't afford medical treatment, or a little sister who couldn't afford school.
Later, I wept bitterly and regretted everything. I shouldn't have tricked him into bed.
Everyone said I got involved with him either to devote myself to the family business or to pave the way for my own future.
In short, my motives were impure and my methods despicable.
To hell with this materialistic, cold-hearted society. He slept with me, yet somehow he became the victim.
A ruthless top who devours people without leaving a bone behind X a pretentious, suicidal, carefree bottom
