He has money and power, but no heart.
She has wealth and beauty, but no virtue.
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He’s the nation’s dream man in everyone’s eyes, but to her, he’s just a male lunatic!
They say any woman who tries to get close to him ends up completely broken.
Yun Qinghe couldn’t help blurting out, “You’re all setting me up!”
Who was this man who showed up in front of her every day, right on time, pestering her relentlessly? Was he really the dream man everyone talked about?
**
Zhong Lang said, “There are three thousand beauties in the world, and I wouldn’t drink from a single one of them! My greatest ambition in life is to devour Yun Qinghe, that heartless little vixen who burns her bridges and hides daggers behind honeyed words, until not even her bones are left!”
But fate had other plans. Having already died once, the last thing Yun Qinghe wanted in this life was to talk about romance.
She said, “You saved me. If you want money, I’ll give you some. If you want me, I’ll think about it. If you want my heart, take a left outside, spend 51 yuan on a taxi, and head to Y City Mental Hospital. You’re welcome!”
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When her fiancé got married, she gave him a grand gift: an extra-sturdy coffin for two!
On the church’s red carpet, Yun Qinghe smiled graciously at the bride and groom. “I hope you weren’t born on the same day, in the same month, in the same year, but you’ll die on the same day, in the same month, in the same year!”
When the furious groom tried to throw her out, the flamboyantly dressed man barged in and announced smugly, “This church was built illegally and is about to be demolished. If you want to get married, find somewhere else!”
Five minutes later, the church was reduced to rubble.
The bride and groom both spat blood and fainted.
“Yun Qinghe, I’ve done you another huge favor. How are you going to thank me?”
Yun Qinghe smiled faintly. “Sorry, who are you?”
He was furious. “Yun Qinghe, you’d be dead if it weren’t for me! Is this how you treat the person who saved your life? Did a dog eat your conscience?”
Yun Qinghe raised an eyebrow. “Conscience? What’s that? Is it worth money? Is it tasty? You want some? Go fight a dog for it!”
He watched her climb into another man’s sports car with a gentle smile. Raising a hand to the sky, he swore with domineering confidence, “Yun Qinghe, one day I’ll make sure your name is on my household registration!” ... “If that doesn’t work, I’ll put my name on yours!”
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A one-on-one pampering romance, with plenty of sweet indulgence and just a little angst. The leads are both scheming, shameless, and have no limits. They show no mercy to scumbags. Come on in and add it to your collection!
P.S. There are lots of handsome men in this story, but they’re all just here to make a cameo!