If Only One Thread Starter Would Keep Their Word

[The blurb is written in first person; the main story is written in third person.]

I'm a rich second-generation kid, with wealthy parents.

Even though they fight and got divorced, they gave me more money than I could ever spend, along with a little villa of my own.

I stayed in my little villa until I was twenty-two, when my parents told me that if I didn't start dating and get married, they'd take the villa back and cut off my bank cards.

Faced with this threat, I can't say I stood up to their power. You could just as easily say I didn't resist at all.

To save my villa and bank cards, I first posted a thread: "Someone offers you fifty thousand a month to marry him, but he doesn't love you. Would you marry him?" I wanted to test the waters for contract marriages. Then I even printed out the title and went to the matchmaking corner, ready to try both online and offline approaches.

Across from the matchmaking corner was a university. That was where I first saw Song Bai.

The moment our eyes met, I knew I wanted him.

It doesn't matter that he's a man. In this world, there are even people who fall in love with plastic bags.

I'll move him into my five-hundred-square-meter villa and humiliate him with money every month. I won't give him a single scrap of affection.

His struggles will be useless, and any resistance will be crushed. That's just how cold and heartless I am.

Until later, when my parents called me an unfilial son, my relatives scolded me for being a degenerate, and my friends said that once I finally figured things out, I'd figured them out about men, of all things, and was even playing out some villa role-play.

What a joke. They only heard me say I'd locked Song Bai in my little villa. They never saw how Song Bai played me in my villa every day.

*How should I choose the moment I first met you: among the ruins of our souls, or beneath the bright spring sun?

A silly beauty who excels at spouting nonsense x a well-endowed college student who's great in bed and can keep a straight face while his sugar mama tells him stories about going to Australia to fight kangaroos

Reading Guide:

1. One-on-one, happy ending.

2. There will be some melodrama.

3. Enjoy reading!

Please add my upcoming novel, Still Chasing Me?

Blurb:

Zheng Zhenghao was born in one of the central plains provinces known for its brutal college entrance exams, yet he was determined to get into Tsinghua or Peking University from a young age.

He nearly killed himself studying for the high school entrance exam just to get into the second-best high school in the city. After realizing how hard it was to get into Tsinghua or Peking University from his province, he became a full-on hater.

Naturally, he hated the transfer student from the capital, too.

He hated how the transfer student hadn't had to wake up at five and stay up until midnight before, and how his future involved agonizing over whether to study in Britain or the United States.

He hated even more that the transfer student came in second in the grade on his very first monthly exam.

Just ten points behind him.

So even though the transfer student sat beside him, Zheng Zhenghao decided that from now on, if he came to ask him questions, invited him to eat in the cafeteria, asked to walk home from school together, and so on and so forth, he'd give him the cold shoulder and say no.

He was this twisted, this evil, this terrifying!

Looking at the monthly exam rankings, Zheng Zhenghao thought: It starts now.

The day after making up his mind, Zheng Zhenghao saw the transfer student surrounded by a gang of thugs outside school.

He grabbed a broom and, with the fancy but useless kung fu he'd picked up during one summer of training at Shaolin Temple in elementary school, performed a series of staff moves that successfully scared the thugs away.

Holding up the broom, Zheng Zhenghao pointed at the transfer student's ranking sheet on the ground. The transfer student had carefully circled Zheng Zhenghao's name at the top of the list.

"Still chasing me?" Zheng Zhenghao saw right through his desire to surpass him. Chin raised, he shamelessly demanded repayment for the favor on the spot.

The transfer student's dark eyes moved from the list to his face. After a long pause, he said quietly, "Yes."

Not the ranking. You.

A bookworm who only wants to study and has a reaction time that takes eight laps around the world x a scheming top student who'd go around the world eight times to chase his wife, even at a young age

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