I was He Xingxiao’s kept canary. In bed, I slacked off with a terrible attitude.
After a while, I’d start whining that it hurt, that I was tired.
But when it came to shopping, I could speed-walk for miles, spending his money like my life depended on it.
Then one day, I saw a row of floating comments: [The vicious supporting female character’s good days are almost over. The beloved, universally adored heroine is about to meet the male lead.]
[She’ll scheme against the heroine again and again, and the male lead will gradually grow disgusted with her.]
[The male lead hasn’t even dumped her yet, but she’ll run off with his money and a fake rich heir. In the end, that fake rich heir will steal all her savings, harvest her kidney, and she’ll die miserably in a rental apartment.]
[She deserves it! Only a kind, non-materialistic good girl like the heroine deserves a tycoon’s love!]
I did not want to lose this job that paid three hundred thousand a month.
From then on, I stopped slacking.
In bed, I performed like I’d been injected with pure adrenaline, refusing to leave even the tiniest opening for the heroine.
He Xingxiao looked at me with a smile that wasn’t quite a smile.
“Are you trying to make me die in bed so you can inherit everything I own?”
