I spent three years chasing Lu Chuan. He never committed, never outright refused—until the day he finally said, ‘Qinghe, you’re just like a sister to me.’ Fine. That same night, I went to a VIP club and ordered eight male escorts. As luck would have it, No. 7 was a rare ‘limited edition’—until the police raided the place and dragged him away. I had to call Daddy for an emergency extraction. Then I pulled some strings: had Lu Chuan audited for tax evasion, shorted his company into bankruptcy, and walked away with both an adorable puppy-eyed boyfriend and a mountain of cash. Ultimate life win.
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