I Spent Five Million on a Spoiled Brat

A flirt who doesn't realize he's doing it, a steel-straight young master vs. a deeply devoted CEO with maxed-out intelligence and negative emotional intelligence

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It was a vulgar transaction of money.

Cheng Chu arrived in a bathrobe and stayed at Yue Qing's garden villa for seven days and nights. When he left, he was dressed in a suit and tie, with a luxury car leading the way.

Half a month later, they ran into each other at a cemetery. Cheng Chu was dressed all in black, his face pale as paper, his thin figure like an ink painting crumpled by wind and rain. Only his bitten lower lip stood out, bright red and striking.

Before Yue Qing could even get close in his car, Cheng Chu calmly walked into the rain, hurrying away, his back forlorn and alone.

Ten minutes later, Yue Qing received a message on his phone: 45,761.21 yuan deposited into account XX. A precise amount, down to the cents. Note: Here's the difference. You're really lousy in bed.

Later...

When Yue Qing wanted to see Cheng Chu, he arranged a personal escort, a private car, and a private plane, wishing he could roll out a red carpet from Cheng Chu's ramshackle home all the way to his villa.

But when Cheng Chu wanted to see Yue Qing, all he had to do was lie in bed and make a phone call: "Mr. Yue, I'm hungry."

Whether Yue Qing was in the same city or across the province, he'd come running, take off his jeweled cufflinks, roll up his shirt sleeves, and cook Cheng Chu a delicious instant noodle soup with egg, sausage, and vegetables.

The down-and-out young master gets up, wrapped in a bathrobe and leaning against the doorframe. He doesn't even look Yue Qing in the eye. "I've been waiting for you to go to bed, and you're fucking busying yourself with all this! You seriously have something wrong with you!"

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