My beautiful, wealthy roommate and Beijing’s golden boy had a love life that was one long melodrama.
To make him jealous, she crooked a finger and stole the childhood friend I’d known for over ten years.
The golden boy came to find me.
“I’ll give you a hundred.
Get that mediocre childhood friend of yours away from her.”
Every novel I’d read about bringing an arrogant man to heel flashed through my mind.
I flicked my hair in what I hoped was a seductive gesture and said, “Give me two hundred.
Then pretend to be my dog and drive her crazy.”
“I guarantee she’ll never dare bring up breaking up with you again.”
He looked stunned.
“Two hundred?
Are you robbing me?”
I was stunned too.
“You can’t spare two hundred yuan?”
Suddenly, he went quiet.