Wealthy Characters
A Fragrant Jasmine Flower
Chapter 0 My financial backer said I was the only pure white Jasmine Flower in the entertainment industry.
Because I never fought or schemed, because I was obedient and sensible, and because I was utterly devoted to him.
Lately, though, he had developed a particular fondness for a vulgar, gaudy peony.
So the two endorsements and the film role he had originally promised me all went to his new favorite instead.
Plenty of people in the industry were waiting to laugh at me.
I was the only one who let out a long sigh of relief.
At last, I had a reason to change backers.
And my new financial backer had already grown impatient waiting.
Wife Sacrifice
I’m a washed-up, eighteenth-tier starlet who spent three years playing the submissive role just to marry into the Jiang Family, the wealthiest clan in the Beijing circle.
My three-hundred-million-yuan ‘wedding of the century’ to Jiang Yuan, the family’s only son, instantly shot to the top of the trending searches.
However, a big shot from the metaphysics circle claimed I had the face of a concubine.
The livestream chat exploded immediately:
“That’s hilarious. It’s the year 3202-who still becomes a concubine?”
“Is it possible they don’t mean a concubine, but a mistress?”
My expression darkened. I joined the livestream and pulled out my marriage certificate for everyone to see.
To my surprise, the master simply said:
“Among the living, you are indeed the primary wife.
“But if we’re counting the dead… well, that’s a different story.”
After My Husband Mistook Me for a Brother-Obsessed Leech
My husband thinks I’m one of those women who bleed their husbands dry for their brothers and sisters. What he doesn’t know is that my “eldest brother” is actually the son I gave birth to at nineteen, my “second brother” is the son I gave birth to at twenty-five, and my “little sister” is the daughter I gave birth to at twenty-eight.
Master, You Have an Ill Omen on Your Face
How do you get a man to spend five million on you with a single sentence?
“Sir, your face bears an omen of disaster.” The man looked at me with utter disdain.
The next second, the Rolls-Royce he had parked by the roadside was hit by a van.
It exploded on the spot.
I Won’t Mess Around Next Time
After winning the lottery, the first thing I did was dump my sugar daddy.
Then, I turned around and sponsored the broke, handsome guy I’d had my eye on for ages, all while sending a three-hundred-point manifesto to my ex-benefactor, tearing him to shreds.
With money in my pocket and my pride restored, I was walking on air.
That is, until I decided to flaunt my new boy toy right in front of my former sugar daddy.
My handsome new man looked at him and said, “Hey, Bro.” Me: ?
After Hailing a Maybach
During my first year of graduate school, I hailed a ride and ended up in a Maybach.
That was when I met a man.
And from that moment on, the trajectory of my life was changed forever.
The Lactation Specialist
I am a lactation consultant, specifically catering to wealthy socialites.
To gain my clients’ trust, I intentionally pretend to be blind.
I never expected that one day, when I arrived for a home visit, I would discover that my client had become a corpse.
And her husband was currently discussing how to dispose of her with another woman.