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"Just after the celebration party, my boyfriend of three years handed a glass of warm milk to my mouth. Looking at his eyes that were so gentle that they were almost dripping with water, I felt a chill in my heart. Ten minutes ago, I heard him calling that perverted big client in the bathroom: "Don't worry, Mr. Wang, she is yours tonight, then. The position of vice president..." I took the milk, pretended to be defenseless and drank it all, and poured it into his arms. The pretended affection on his face disappeared instantly, replaced by ferocious ecstasy and disgust. "Don't blame me, if you blame me, blame your poor family for not being able to help me, so I can only use you to pave the way for me. "He picked up the "unconscious" me and eagerly put me into the black business car that was already waiting downstairs. The moment the car door closed, I opened my eyes and looked at the muscular black driver in the driver's seat, with a sneer on his lips. He had no idea that the destination of this car was not a hotel, but the "Midnight Blue Face" club in the south of the city, which is famous for having fun. And tonight, the so-called "Mr. Wang" was kneeling at my feet shivering.

I thought love would blossom and bear fruit, but I never thought it was just an elaborate conspiracy. In the whirlpool of fame and fortune, death became the best relief...