A Socialite Falls for a Billionaire CEO

Du Jing: What are you trying to do? Su Ziyuan: Sleep. As a money-grubber who would do anything for cash, how could Du Jing pass up the perfect chance to make money? A monthly salary of three thousand was such a generous offer. How could she possibly refuse? So, for her tuition and the bright, comfortable future she dreamed of, Du Jing embarked on her career as a housekeeper without a moment’s hesitation. Scene One: Su Ziyuan: First, while I’m sleeping, you mustn’t make a move. Second, I’m a clean freak. Don’t touch anything in my room, especially my cup. Third, I hope you’ll follow the doctor’s instructions and help treat my insomnia. Du Jing: No problem. Pay me! Scene Two: Su Ziyuan sat elegantly on the sofa, the deep blue cuffs of his sleeves gleaming with an expensive sheen under the lights. He slid a document over to Du Jing. She glanced at it and saw that it was an inventory of his assets. Su Ziyuan maintained his haughty air. “Marry me, and I’ll hand over my house, car, and stocks.” Du Jing: “What if I say no?” Su Ziyuan’s mouth twitched. “Then after we’re married, you’ll hand over your house, car, and shares, so you can’t go out flirting with people.”