Mr. Ye, Tonight Is Perfect for a Date

After one kiss, in the faint light of dawn, he lit a cigarette and smiled. “Name your price. I’ll keep you.” She pulled her clothes close and walked away, glancing back coolly. “You can’t afford what I want.” Their paths crossed and tangled time and again, and life took its unpredictable turns. In the end, she became his woman after all. She lived in a vast, empty mansion and watched him on the news, surrounded by women, one in each arm. Once your heart grows calluses, it won’t hurt anymore. She knew her place: no jealousy, no falling in love. Six months later, she brought him an agreement to sign. “What we had was just a transaction. Now that it’s over, let’s part on good terms.” Holding his new flame close, he gave her a cold glance and signed without a hint of regret. Little did he know there’d be a day when he’d get his face-slapping comeuppance. In a livestream watched by a hundred thousand people, he knelt on one knee and begged her for mercy. “Qiao Qiao, if you’ll come back, I’ll bark like a dog right here, right now.” A hundred thousand viewers gaped as the dignified, aloof Mr. Ye shamelessly kept yapping like a dog…