Loving You More and More

[Don't read this. I started this project impulsively while in a bad mood. The logic and romance are a mess.]

Her father was a real estate tycoon, her mother a hugely popular actress. With two powerful parents behind her,

Ji Xing had lived as she pleased for twenty years, never fearing anyone. Then, on her birthday, she was suddenly told she wasn't the Ji family's biological daughter.

Overnight, the Ji heiress became a destitute little beggar. Unable to handle the shock, she went to a bar to drown her sorrows.

When it was time to pay, she looked at the bill, which started with a five-digit number, and her legs went weak.

"C-could I put it on credit?"

The promoter's smiling face instantly went stern.

Ji Xing was frightened. As she grimly tried to figure out how to pay this "fortune," a hand reached out from behind her. It was as smooth and pale as jade, with long, slender fingers. Most importantly, a card was held between them. Then a voice above her spoke as gently as a spring breeze:

"Put it on my card."

She turned to thank the kind man, but the moment she caught sight of his face, the smile froze on her lips.

"F-Fu Jingshen?"

At eighteen, Ji Xing had fallen head over heels for a top student in the finance department.

His name was Fu Jingshen. He was devastatingly handsome and an excellent pianist. The sight of his long fingers dancing across the black and white keys was breathtaking.

Ji Xing used every trick in the book to win him over.

But Fu Jingshen was a refined, aloof man from a distinguished family,

and he lived an ascetic life. Ji Xing had been with him for half a month and they hadn't even held hands. It was so boring.

As it happened, her father planned to send her abroad, so she promptly sent Fu Jingshen a breakup message on WeChat, then blocked and deleted him. She dumped him unilaterally.

Now, years later, they met again at a bar, and Ji Xing, no longer the girl she'd been back then, wanted to run.

She'd barely taken a step when someone grabbed her by the back of her collar. A dangerous question came from above her:

"How are you planning to pay me back?"

A destitute little beggar girl x A distinguished young gentleman

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