She’d only had too much to drink and clung to his leg, demanding that he take responsibility for the baby in her belly. How did she somehow end up owing him a million, and having to sell herself as his fake fiancée to pay it off?
Xiao Ling counts the contract terms on her fingers. “Clause one: no murder or arson.”
Lan Tianlu glances at her and snorts. “With my wealth, do you think I need you to get your hands dirty?”
“Clause two: no intimate contact of any kind, unless you pay extra.”
“You’re my woman. That’s part of your job. Why should I have to pay extra?”
“I quit!” The slave is on strike, standing firm against the evil forces of capital.
“Fine. But you’ve owed me that million for a long time. It’s time to pay me back, with interest.”
By the same author: “After Our Flash Marriage, Our Public Personas Fell Apart” and “The Black-Bellied Daddy Got the Villain’s Script.”
