The Art of Making Money From □□'S Pockets

Lu Jiangyan has taken in a money-loving, theatrical little girl. Sweet, obedient, clever, and charming. Her only flaw is loving money more than she loves him. He watches her put on an act and listens to her lies, pretending to believe every sugary word she says and pretending to love her performance of undying devotion. He lets her sell every piece of jewelry he bought for her, and lets her hire a bunch of extras to pose as her friends and relatives. If the girl wants to play, he will play along, he thinks. After all, is anything in this world real? Then one day, his business takes a devastating blow. His enterprises fall apart, and he plummets from the top of a building. Yet it is that very little miser who, when he is at the end of his rope, resolutely slips into his hand the bank card she had secretly kept. "Don't worry. I have money." Her eyes shine brightly. "From now on, I'll take care of you." Lu Jiangyan stands frozen. * The first time Xu Meng sees Lu Jiangyan, he is lounging in a corner of the sofa. The glittering lights sweep across his refined features, and his entire being radiates languor. He slowly removes the cigarette from his lips. A veil of smoke hides the smile at the corner of his mouth as he looks her up and down three times. "You say you're a poor college student working your way through school, both your parents have breast cancer, you have an underage brother with an intellectual disability, and there's a skinny yellow dog at home that hasn't eaten in three days?" Xu Meng pinches the coarse hem of her skirt. For a moment, she is dazed, hiding the astonishment in her eyes before quickly replying, "...Yes." # She thought it was all an act, but the feelings were real all along. "I just want to laugh my head off in a Lamborghini". An unrivaled drama queen × "Let's see what stunt you pull next." Her sugar daddy Theme: Rich or poor, there will always be someone who loves you just the same.