[Sweet on the outside, different on the inside] [Sharp-tongued, mixed-race money printer]
After repeatedly failing her missions, Qi Ling was fired by the transmigration bureau and randomly assigned to a book she'd transmigrated into before.
On Lunar New Year's Eve, Qi Ling received a WeChat message.
"Three hundred thousand a month. Pretend to be my girlfriend and come home with me for New Year."
A map pin was attached.
Qi Ling glanced at it. Wow, all the way across the Pacific.
Was he trying to trick her into landing in Gotham and asking her for a double joker dance?
Without giving it another thought, Qi Ling blocked this unmarked corpse in her contacts.
Half an hour later, a voice notification popped up on her phone:
"Al-i-pay re-ceived 300,000."
*
Qi Ling had an enviable boyfriend (boss): black hair, blue eyes, nine inches.
One day, six months later, her frenemy invited her to a cafe.
She slapped a stack of photos down in front of Qi Ling.
The man in the pictures had black hair and blue eyes, with a young woman pressed against his side and a slight baby bump.
Her frenemy looked at her with disdain. "Franklyn's gone this far, and you still won't break up with him?"
Qi Ling took one look and turned away. "What's the big deal? He cheated. It's not like he went bankrupt."
Her job was to work for money, after all!
Qi Ling unlocked her phone and immediately sent a thoughtful message to her pinned contact.
007: "Should I get certified as a confinement nanny for a month?"
Franklyn: "?"
*
While helping Franklyn tidy his room, Qi Ling discovered a secret.
The reason she'd been hired at such a high salary was that Franklyn had seen her as a substitute all along.
If she were willing to cosplay, why would she ever have lost her position at the transmigration bureau?
She quickly pulled out and unilaterally ended their employment arrangement.
Hit by the double blow of losing her job and her boyfriend, Qi Ling got blackout drunk.
The next morning, she woke up in a foreign castle.
Her hands were cuffed to the headboard, and a pair of deep blue eyes were clouded with dark, damp mist.
"How could you leave me? Twice."
[SC, 1v1, HE]
Thesis: Where there's a will, there's a way.