Want to Break Up? Find Me Someone Better-Looking First

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[Next up: Caught Pretending to Be Devoted, the Big Shot Makes Me Take Responsibility]

Tang Jin is A University's universally acknowledged dream girl.

Cute and sweet, with a soft voice and dewy eyes like a fawn's when she looks at people.

But who could have guessed she's a straight woman with a serious weakness for handsome faces? Her eyes are always drawn to a man's face, then to an even more handsome man's face.

Her boyfriend, Huo Qingchen, is A University's undisputed heartthrob. Everyone has always doted on him, but his own girlfriend keeps knocking him down a peg.

He braved the rain to bring her an umbrella, soaked through from head to toe, only for Tang Jin's eyes to light up. "Wow, your wet-hair look is even hotter than the models in magazines."

"Wait, let me put a filter on it."

He caught a bad cold and was burning up, dizzy with fever.

Tang Jin hurried over and stroked his burning forehead with her soft little hand. "You have dark circles? Boohoo, good thing you're handsome, or you'd look awful."

Huo Qingchen felt even dizzier.

To make his girlfriend care about him, Huo Qingchen decided to go for broke and pretend he was heartbroken and wanted to break up.

Tang Jin panicked, just as he'd expected. Tears streamed down her face, softening his heart.

But the next second, Tang Jin wiped her face and said with red-rimmed eyes, "F-fine, we can break up, unless you find me someone even more handsome than you."

Huo Qingchen's handsome face darkened instantly. He gave an angry laugh. "Fine, Tang Jin. You're something else."

That night, at the most upscale private club near campus, one phone call from Huo Qingchen brought over a whole group of childhood friends from powerful families, each with a different style: one was as aloof as a snow-capped mountain, another as flamboyant as the blazing sun, and another as polished as a work of art.

In an instant, Tang Jin's idea that Huo Qingchen was the most handsome man alive was turned on its head.

Tang Jin stared, her heart pounding. So there's always a higher mountain, and when it comes to handsome men... there's always someone even more handsome.

She eagerly pointed at the coldest-looking man, the one with the most imposing presence. "I-I choose him."

Everyone gasped.

Because the man she'd picked was none other than Shen Jibai, Huo Qingchen's sworn enemy.

Shen Jibai raised his eyes and glanced at Huo Qingchen's ashen face. Looking at the little rabbit before him, so innocent yet so bold, he curled his lips into a dangerous smile. "Why?"

Tang Jin blinked her soft, round eyes. "Y-you're the most handsome."

"You have good taste."

"I'll take her."

From then on, Tang Jin discovered a whole new world. She galloped down the road of admiring the most beautiful men and never looked back. She changed boyfriends faster than the seasons, and though she had all sorts of reasons for breaking up, the core was always the same: "I'm sorry, I met someone more handsome than you."

Every ex she'd dumped was left fuming with resentment.

And yet they couldn't forget her innocent face.

Until one day, these proud ex-boyfriends all ended up in the same bar for some reason.

They exchanged glances, sparks flying, and immediately started fighting.

Glasses shattered, tables and chairs toppled, and a group of impeccably dressed young heirs fought tooth and nail. The situation quickly spiraled out of control.

Meanwhile, Tang Jin was sitting in a VIP booth some distance away.

She was reaching out with her slender, fair fingers to touch the male model's bobbing Adam's apple.

"Wow..."

Tang Jin's eyes shone like stars. "How can someone be... this sexy and perfectly proportioned?"

Next up: Caught Pretending to Be Devoted, the Big Shot Makes Me Take Responsibility

[Flirtatious, alluring little fox × scheming, controlling big bad wolf]

Pei Jingci is the head of the Pei family, refined, elegant, and impeccably mannered. He's also infamous for his ruthlessness and cold-heartedness, and everyone in their circle is wary of him.

Su Wangqing married Pei Jingci for a monthly allowance of five million.

The catch was that she had to play the role of a wife deeply in love with him, then she could lie flat and collect the money.

So, on her very first night as Pei Jingci's wife, Su Wangqing launched into a performance.

Wrapped in her nightgown, she looked at Pei Jingci with dewy eyes. "Don't send me away, okay?"

Her voice trembled, and she looked utterly pitiful.

In truth, she was just hoping he'd send her to the guest room so she could get some sleep.

She didn't notice the unfathomable look in Pei Jingci's eyes behind his glasses.

After a long moment, the man gave a very soft laugh. "As you wish, Mrs. Pei."

Su Wangqing: "...?"

Something seemed a little off...

From then on, Su Wangqing went into full drama-queen mode.

She waited up for Pei Jingci late at night, deliberately falling asleep on the sofa.

When she woke, she was in his arms. Two buttons on his pajamas had somehow come undone, and her hand was on his abs.

At a banquet, Su Wangqing tried to take a drink for Pei Jingci. He took the glass from her and downed it in one go, then whispered hoarsely in her ear, "We'll settle this when we get home."

Su Wangqing told Pei Jingci over video call in a soft voice that she missed him.

The next day, he returned to the country early and cornered her in the dressing room. "Where do you miss me? Here? Or here?"

His fingers moved lower, inch by inch, through the fabric.

Then one day, Su Wangqing wanted a few more days off, so she decided to perform a scene where she "crossed the line."

A little tipsy, her cheeks flushed, Su Wangqing walked barefoot up to Pei Jingci, who had just taken off his coat.

Her fingertips carried the faint fragrance of her bath as she gently hooked them under his sharply defined chin.

Beneath the warm yellow light, Su Wangqing rose onto her tiptoes, slowly bringing her red lips closer.

Inside, her little plan was clicking along: He'll push me away, then I can run off feeling hurt, give him the cold shoulder for three days, and finally move to the guest room, "heartbroken."

Perfect.

But the man seized Su Wangqing by the waist and pinned her against the floor-to-ceiling window.

"Pretending to be drunk?"

He chuckled softly, his tongue tugging open the tie of her robe. "Let me show you the real thing."

His heated kisses landed on her collarbone, leaving tantalizing red marks.

"Now this is what it means to... lose control after drinking."

Su Wangqing was stunned.

She only wanted to lie flat and enjoy a quiet life. How had this big shot not only ignored her script,

but even swept her into his arms and spent the night with her?

The next day, Su Wangqing's voice was hoarse and her back was on the verge of breaking.

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