[Cold, unhinged young nobleman x glamorous, proud actress]
Rekindled romance | Fake sugar-baby arrangement with a touch of grooming | He pursues her | Erotic fiction | One true pairing
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Jiang Yueli first met Wei Zongxun at a private club on Manhattan’s Upper East Side.
The man sat alone at the center of a semicircular leather sofa. Every line of his East Asian features was handsome in an almost inhuman way. As flattery from all sides showered him, he merely swirled the crystal glass in his hand, letting the amber liquor roll inside.
His aloof, distinguished air caught Jiang Yueli’s eye.
A glass of champagne splashed over a seven-figure Steinway piano.
Amid the uproar, she saw the man glance over through the crowd, his deep black eyes unfathomable.
“I paid for the piano. How are you going to pay me back?”
Jiang Yueli hooked a finger around his watch, and stayed with him for three years.
They parted on decent terms. Before the young master returned home in glory, she heard someone ask him, “What about your precious girl, Third Brother?”
His voice was steeped in cigar smoke, husky and nonchalant. “What about her? She only likes my money anyway.”
Jiang Yueli swallowed the bitter taste in her throat, took the money, and left without making a fuss.
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A female guest on a dating reality show in China became an overnight sensation.
The heiress of an American music school returned home, her dazzling beauty so striking that netizens called her a born star and a flower of wealth and prestige.
But the actress herself revealed that her love life was pitifully simple:
“I’ve only ever had one boyfriend. I loved him very much, but he thought I only liked his money.”
The femme fatale turned out to be a devoted romantic. Netizens cried, “We feel for you, our girl!” and “Let the princess shine on her own!” Her popularity soared, and Jiang Yueli landed an acting role.
Just before a kissing scene, filming was suddenly called to a halt.
The Zhongqing Group made a forceful investment, and its chairman personally slapped the contract down on the director’s desk. The director looked up in trepidation. This up-and-coming entertainment group was said to be backed by unfathomable capital from Beijing’s elite circles, and its decision-maker was a remarkably handsome young man.
“I’ll ask just once. Is this kissing scene absolutely necessary?”
Jiang Yueli looked expressionlessly at the man in front of her. His face was still so cold and handsome it was almost outrageous, but his eyes were red with near-obsession. He gritted out:
“You said you loved me. Was that true?”
She smiled brightly, lips curling.
“It was a lie.”
[Bonus Scene]
At the height of her fame, Princess Jiang was exposed in a scandal as a gold digger, and the public erupted in an uproar.
The chairman of the Zhongqing Group, Zhong Wei, registered on Weibo and made a forceful announcement: @Jiang Yueli is my wife.
The official Zhongqing Group account reposted it: @Jiang Yueli is the boss’s wife.
The hashtag exploded.
Jiang Yueli lounged on the sofa, looking at the young master who couldn’t reveal his identity under his real name.
She poked his thigh with her toe and drawled, unable to keep from laughing:
“People online are calling me Mrs. Zhong now. What do you think, Mr. Wei?”
Wei Zongxun gave her a sidelong glance. Gripping her slender, pale ankle, he tugged her onto his lap.
“Didn’t I make sure you remembered whose wife you are last night?”
Theme: I live to please myself.
