My rich second-generation boyfriend was a young master from Beijing's elite circle. I chased after him for three years, serving him hand and foot.
Then he went bankrupt.
From then on, on the first of every month, I paid off his debts right on time.
People laughed at me, saying, "What good is it for a country girl to marry into wealth? You won't get so much as a single feather from him."
I said nothing. I took three more jobs, borrowed money, and gritted my teeth as I bought designer bags and jewelry, pretending they were gifts from him.
He knew nothing about it. He was too busy being lovey-dovey with his white moonlight.
At last, my heart went cold.
Looking at all the couple's things around the house, I packed them into a box one by one and threw it in the trash.
He happened to come back with two bunches of celery.
Holding the celery, he looked at the couple's photos in the trash and the mostly empty room, then frowned. "Why'd you throw these away?"
I said calmly, "Nothing. I just want to clear out things I don't need."
Ning Lechen didn't suspect a thing. He picked the couple's photos out of the trash and said, "Don't throw these away. The cardboard can be sold for recycling."
I silently picked them back up, and he put the celery in the kitchen.
He went to shower. I went to cook.
Those two bunches of celery were the only food we had for the week.
Ning Lechen thought He Jia was a conniving little schemer.
He was bankrupt, didn't have a penny to his name, and was stuck paying off the debt for a packet of condoms along with her.
And sleeping with him wasn't enough for her. She had to keep her options open, flirting with backup boyfriends number one, two, and three all day long!
Even late at night, the woman beside him kept getting messages on her phone. Ning Lechen bit the corner of the blanket and cried.
He swore he'd latch onto a rich woman's coattails and make He Jia eat her words!
He set his sights on his childhood friend, who had just returned from overseas.
Shen Yue.
The white moonlight who had returned home, and loved only Ning Lechen.
But on the day she was pushed into the water, her romantic rival jumped in to save her wearing sexy lingerie.
When Shen Yue woke up, she had the other woman tied to a chair, and was horrified to discover her body slowly responding.
Unable to control herself, Shen Yue held her rival by the shoulders and kissed her until she was dazed with desire.
They made out for two days and two nights. Once they came to their senses, He Jia tossed a sex toy at her face and said coldly, "Don't tell anyone about this."
Shen Yue nodded through her tears, and they made a secret pact.
The protagonist is loved by everyone.
A delightfully unhinged work of fiction.
Note: I'm an old-fashioned person who's never read yuri or danmei and don't know much about the community and so on. This idea just popped into my head, so I decided to write it. Please don't take offense if anything comes across as sensitive.
Theme: With all this hard work, there's no way I can stay poor.
Please, please change your name! This protagonist's name makes me unbearable. I'm torn to pieces. I pretend I didn't see it. Please change the name! I always thought that having the same name in a novel was a joke, but I didn't expect it to happen to me. Please change the name. I'm afraid I might travel through time.