I was Song Chen, the capital's golden boy's devoted doormat. By day, I was his personal housekeeper, washing his clothes and cooking his meals. By night, I was his personal courier, delivering things to all kinds of women. For three years, everyone said I was madly in love with Song Chen, and even he believed it. What he didn't know was that I'd bound myself to the Scumbag's Wish System. The System said that if I catered to Song Chen for three years, it would grant me one wish. My only wish was for the person I loved most to wake up in the hospital. And today was the final day of the three-year term. Later, Song Chen, looking haggard, begged me to come back to him. I just sneered. “Song Chen, take a look at yourself. Do you really think you're worthy?”
