The One and Only Billionaire Heir

My name is Jiang Yu, and for the past three years, I played the role of the compliant beauty, a perfect shadow that Fu Mucheng—the heir of Beijing’s wealthiest family—used to fill the void left by Su Zhen. Su Zhen, the White Moonlight of his heart, had abandoned him to pursue her ideals abroad. I, with a face identical to hers, was merely her substitute. My principle was always clear: take the money and do the job, never exceeding my bounds.

This morning, my role came to an end. Fu Mucheng tossed me a card, his tone cold and final. “She’s back. Pack your bags and move out.” Three years of a transactional relationship, summarized in a single sentence. I accepted my fate. I was a professional. I tidied up my belongings and conveniently stopped by the hospital to resolve the “accident” growing inside me.

The small, white pill lay in my palm, poised against the clear glass of water. A single swallow, and everything would return to zero. However, just as I was about to execute this definitive action, a tiny, childish voice, sudden, clear, and utterly shocking, rang out, freezing my hand mid-air.

“Mommy, don’t drink it! I haven’t even had a chance to say hello!”

My world seemed to stop. My heart pounded, yet the child’s subsequent words completely overshadowed any fear:

“Your dad is the heir of Beijing’s wealthiest family and a super-lovesick big dog. I’ll be his only biological child in the future! Your dad’s reproductive health is extremely poor. Besides me, he won’t be able to shoot out another tadpole in this lifetime! Give birth to me, Mom! The Fu family’s colossal fortune will all belong to the two of us. Let your dad and the female lead suffer their painful romance; we’ll just embrace the money and live a cool life! Why bother suffering for them?”

A colossal fortune. The only biological child. Jiang Yu’s pragmatic mind was on fire. The personal gain, the wealth, and the destiny were laid bare. Without hesitation, I threw the pill into the trash—the dry clink a declaration of a life-altering decision. I gently placed my hand on my stomach, feeling the tiny life within. “Sweetie, I wish you had spoken up sooner. From now on, your mom is taking you back to claim the throne.”

On the taxi ride back to the hillside villa, I was still struggling to digest this staggering truth. The childish voice rang out again: “Mommy, sitting like that is crushing me, you know it hurts!” I instantly straightened my back, feeling that my every sense was now governed by this “ultimate plot-spoiling monster.”

“Mommy, this time I’ve come back with a system to help you! Listen to me, Fu Mucheng is just a foolishly sentimental guy. He’s only the male supporting character in this story. The female lead, Su Zhen, doesn’t love him at all. In her eyes, Fu Mucheng is just a conditional ATM and a backup plan. The man who truly belongs to her is his long-lost younger brother, Fu Zhe.”

The child went on to confirm the most crucial fact: “Your dad had an accident when he was young. His reproductive health is severely compromised; the chances of conception are lower than winning the lottery. I am his most precious life! Wait until Dad discovers the female lead left him for someone else; he’ll turn around and only have you and me left. That’s when the biggest blessing will be ours.” It made perfect sense!

Arriving at the villa, I saw Fu Mucheng sitting on the sofa, frowning at his phone—undoubtedly waiting for news from Su Zhen. His handsome face, high nose bridge, and sharp eyes—they used to make me timid and submissive. But now, my gaze upon him had completely shifted. This is not my sugar daddy; this is my will-impaired, iron-willed money tree!

“You’re late.” Fu Mucheng looked up, glancing at me with impatience. “Are you done packing?”

According to the original plan, I should have taken the money and left. But for the sake of that massive fortune, the script needed a rewrite. Before I could even open my mouth, the little voice screamed: “Mom! Don’t pay attention to him! He just transferred 50 million to Su Zhen for jewelry! That prodigal son! Quick, fake a dizzy spell and faint right in front of him! This move might be cliché, but it works!”

I clutched my head, swayed, and crumpled to the floor. “Jiang Yu!” Fu Mucheng was stunned, reflexively reaching out to catch me. The cool scent of cedar wood from his body drifted into my nostrils—quite pleasant. “What’s wrong with you?” His brow furrowed tighter, his tone still cold, but his hand supported me firmly.

I weakly opened my eyes, the rims instantly reddened. “Mucheng, I feel faint. Maybe low blood sugar.”

“Excellent! Mom, this acting deserves an Oscar! Use this moment to tell him you don’t want to leave, but don’t mention the pregnancy; let him discover it himself.”

I sniffled, reaching out to clutch the sleeve of Fu Mucheng’s suit, my voice a mosquito-like whisper. “Mucheng, can I delay moving out for two days? I haven’t been feeling well recently, and I haven’t found a place yet.”

Fu Mucheng looked down at me. For the first time, I dared to look deeply into his eyes, noticing a flicker of guilt. “Is the card out of money? Go rent a hotel.” His voice was as hard as stone, and he started to pull his hand away.

“Mom! He’s trying to wash his hands of you! Cry now! Tears are a woman’s ultimate weapon! Tell him you’ve cooked a final meal and want to see him finish it before you leave!”

My tears pattered onto his hand. “I know I shouldn’t try to cling to you,” I choked out, “but I made soup. The lotus root and spare rib soup you love is just ready. I just wanted to see you drink it one last time before I go.”

Fu Mucheng froze. He had a sensitive stomach and loved the soup I made (though the chef, Butler Wang, actually made it). “Alright, don’t cry.” He irritably helped me to the sofa. “Drink it and then leave.”

Step one, complete.

Fu Mucheng sat at the dining table, calmly sipping the soup. I sat opposite him, resting my chin on my hands, gazing at him affectionately. “Actually, I’m admiring his whole outfit: the 3-million-yuan watch, the custom high-end shirt… All of it is my son’s inheritance.”

“See, Mom? He’s drinking the soup, looking exactly like a fat sheep about to be slaughtered.”

“Don’t speak nonsense. That’s your biological father.”

“So what if he’s my biological father? If he dares to give all the assets to that fox, Su Zhen, I’ll deal with him properly.”

Just then, Fu Mucheng’s phone rang—the private ringtone for a special person. “Zhen Zhen, you’ve arrived? Okay, I’ll come pick you up right away.” He hung up and immediately stood.

“Mucheng!” I stood up, too.

“I have an urgent matter. Eat by yourself.” He didn’t even look at me, grabbing his car keys, ready to leave.

“Alarm! Alarm! Su Zhen is not actually waiting for a ride at the airport. She deliberately lied to lure Dad there. The male lead is also at the airport! If Dad goes, he’ll be completely humiliated, watching them hug in the rain, while he’s drenched like a drowned rat! You can’t let him go, Mom! If he goes, he’ll catch a fever and, to appease Su Zhen, he’ll give away the land in the south of the city. That land will be worth 200 million yuan later, Mom!“

200 million yuan! That’s my son’s milk money! I absolutely cannot let this prodigal fool give it away! Seeing Fu Mucheng reaching the entryway to change his shoes, I rushed forward, my head spinning. “Mucheng, don’t go!” I hugged his waist tightly from behind.

Fu Mucheng’s entire body stiffened, his voice turning icy. “Jiang Yu, let go. Know your place.”

“I won’t let go!” I tightened my grip, my cheek pressing against the expensive fabric of his suit. “It’s raining outside, and the roads are slick. I… I just had a nightmare. I dreamed you were in a car accident. I’m so scared!”

Fu Mucheng was clearly thrown off by my sudden, frantic outburst. He struggled to peel my hands off, turned around, and looked at me with coldness in his eyes. “Jiang Yu, did you think I indulged you too much normally? You fabricated this story just to keep me here.”

“I’m not lying!” I looked up, eyes brimming with tears. “I really feel uneasy. Can you please not go? Just stay with me for 10 minutes, no… 5 minutes is fine!”

Just then, a thunderclap tore through the sky outside the window. Boom! Immediately followed by a torrential downpour slamming against the glass. Fu Mucheng’s phone rang again. He looked down; it was a photo sent by Su Zhen via WeChat. A selfie taken by an airport window, with a tall man behind her taking off his suit jacket to place it over her shoulders. It was his brother: Fu Zhe.

Fu Mucheng’s face instantly turned as black as the bottom of a pot. The knuckles holding the phone were white, veins bulging.

“See? I told you! The male lead got there first. Su Zhen sent that photo on purpose to provoke Dad. She wants him to be jealous! Hurry up, Mom! When Dad is heartbroken, that’s when he needs warming up. Give him affection, give him love, seize his heart while you can!”

I looked at Fu Mucheng’s crestfallen expression and inwardly tsk-tsked. Being a love-struck dog was both pitiful and ridiculous. I cautiously reached out and tugged at the corner of his jacket.

“Mucheng, it’s raining so heavily. Driving is dangerous,” I said gently. “Besides, she has company now. Won’t you just be redundant if you go?”

Fu Mucheng immediately spun around to face me, his gaze sharp as a knife. “You saw it?”

“No, I guessed,” I shrunk my neck.

He took a deep breath, threw his phone onto the shoe rack, ripped off his tie, and stomped back to the living room, collapsing onto the sofa and grabbing a bottle of liquor. His voice was chillingly detached.

“Fine. You want to drown your sorrows in alcohol, right?” As long as he didn’t leave the house to give away the land, a little drinking was nothing. I went to the liquor cabinet and poured him a glass of his most expensive red wine.

Fu Mucheng tilted his head back and drank it all in one gulp, his Adam’s apple moving—even in his despair, there was a seductive quality to him. I obediently sat beside him, refilling his glass. Drink up, drink up. The drunker you are, the easier you are to control.

After a few glasses, Fu Mucheng’s eyes became hazy. He turned to look at me, suddenly reaching out to cup my chin, his finger gently stroking my cheek. “Jiang Yu,” his voice was hoarse. “Why aren’t you like her?”

“My dear, if I were like her, I’d be at the airport flirting with you right now.”

“Why did she treat me this way?” he muttered, his eyes reddening. “I gave her everything, and yet she still chose Fu Zhe.”

“Mom, the chance is here! Ask him now! Ask him who he plans to leave this massive fortune to if Su Zhen doesn’t want him anymore?”

“Oh, my son, have you fallen into a money pit? Asking that now will get me thrown out the door.”

“Mucheng, don’t be sad anymore,” I sighed, opting for the emotional route. “It’s her fault for not cherishing you. You’re such a good man; someone will surely devote themselves to you wholeheartedly later. For example, your son.”

Fu Mucheng sneered, releasing my chin. “Devote themselves to me wholeheartedly? More like for my wallet.” He was self-aware, at least.

He suddenly leaned back, resting his head heavily on my shoulder—he felt like a lead weight. “Jiang Yu,” he closed his eyes, his warm breath fanning my neck. “Don’t move. Let me lean on you for a while.”

“Mom, don’t sit like a statue! While he’s drunk, quickly cancel that abortion appointment for tomorrow. Also, check his phone to see what schemes that Su Zhen woman is up to now.”

I discreetly took my phone and canceled the appointment. Just then, the screen on the coffee table lit up—another new message from Su Zhen: “Mucheng, I just happened to run into A Zhe. The rain is too heavy, and I’m scared. Can you still come get me?”

What a high-level green tea. Just a moment ago, she was provoking him with a photo, and now she’s dangling a sweet carrot. I looked down at the man breathing steadily on my shoulder. For the sake of my son’s 200 million yuan land, I absolutely could not let him see that phone.

I was about to secretly turn it off when Fu Mucheng suddenly stirred. He groggily opened his eyes, and his hand coincidentally landed on the illuminated screen. My heart skipped a beat. It’s over. He saw it.

Fu Mucheng squinted, reading the message. I expected him to instantly sober up, shove me away, and rush out. Instead, he stared at the message for a long time, suddenly let out a cold laugh, and threw the phone straight onto the floor. Crash! The screen shattered into pieces.

“Not going.” He mumbled, then buried his head in the hollow of my neck again, his arm instinctively wrapping around my waist. “So annoying… sleep.”

“Oh, my little boy! Holy cow! Your dad grew up! He rejected the female lead! The plot is crumbling! Mom! You scored a huge victory! Quickly help Dad upstairs. Tonight, we’re going to make this half-cooked meal… no, it’s already cooked! We need to seal it permanently in the pot!”

I used all my strength to maneuver this “Great Buddha” into the bedroom. Just as I tossed him onto the bed and was about to remove his shoes, Fu Mucheng suddenly pulled me hard. I lost my balance and tumbled right on top of him.

The distance between us was minuscule. His eyes, though still slightly clouded with liquor, now held an unusual depth. He stared intently at my stomach and suddenly said, “Jiang Yu, have you gained weight recently?”

My heart stuttered. Only one month, and he noticed? “No, no,” I stammered. “Probably just eating too much lately.”

Fu Mucheng’s large hand slowly moved, resting on my lower abdomen. The burning sensation made my whole body tense. He gently pressed it, frowning. “Why is it hard here?”

“Mom! He’s touching me! He’s touching me! Quickly say you’re bloated! Don’t let anything slip!”

I was racking my brain for an excuse when Fu Mucheng suddenly leaned close to my ear, his voice low and dangerous. “Jiang Yu, what was that abortion surgery you scheduled earlier?”

Boom! A massive explosion went off in my head. He knows. How did he know? Could he also hear the little guy’s voice?

I stiffened, looking up into his half-smile, half-serious eyes. “You’re carrying my child,” his finger lightly brushed my lip. “Why didn’t you tell me? Were you planning to run away with my heir?”

The little voice in my head screamed deafeningly: “It’s over, Mom! Your dad seems to hear me talking, too! This dog of a man is too sinister, secretly eavesdropping on our private mother-son conversation! Run, Mom!”

I closed my eyes in despair. It was over. Since I couldn’t hide it anymore, I gave up. “Hear it, then hear it!” I pushed his hand away and sat up straight. “Since you know, let’s be frank. Yes, the child is yours, but I never intended to cling to you. Su Zhen is back, and I should step aside. I was planning to abort the fetus to spare you any trouble.”

Fu Mucheng’s eyes narrowed, the ambient pressure dropping several degrees. “Abort?” He repeated the word, his voice dangerously close to devouring me. “My descendant. You say abort, and it’s done?”

“That’s right, Mom! Be strong! You’re carrying the billion-yuan heir! Dad, even though you’re a love-struck dog, you’re still a dominant CEO. Can you please not be so fierce? You’re scaring your mother! Be careful, I might crawl out and pull your breathing tube!”

Fu Mucheng’s mouth twitched. He took a deep breath, clearly suppressing his rage. “Jiang Yu, from today on, you are not allowed to go anywhere.” He stood up, looking down at me. “Stay in the villa and rest. As for Su Zhen…” He paused, a complex flicker in his eyes.

“See? See? Can’t let go of the old flame, right? What a terrible man!”

Fu Mucheng’s temple throbbed, and he grit his teeth. “As for Su Zhen, I will handle it myself.” With that, he turned and strode quickly into the bathroom.

I collapsed onto the bed. What the hell was going on? I just wanted to take the money and leave; now I was being held captive.

The next morning, I was woken by an exquisite aroma. Going downstairs, the sight made my eyes widen. Fu Mucheng was sitting at the dining table reading a newspaper, in front of a lavish breakfast spread: shrimp dumplings, minced meat and preserved egg congee, bird’s nest soup—fit for an imperial feast. “You’re awake?” He put down the paper, glancing at me. “Come and eat.”

I had just taken my first bite of congee when the doorbell rang. Butler Wang opened the door, and immediately, a gentle female voice floated in. “Mucheng, are you home? I brought you breakfast.”

Su Zhen. She was wearing a pure white dress, her hair flowing, carrying an exquisite insulated box, looking fragile and pitiful.

“Level One Alert! The green tea is here! Mom, look at her face! That foundation is as thick as a wall! Those under-eye circles are drawn on! Who is she trying to look frail for?”

I lowered my head and ate my congee, pretending not to notice. Fu Mucheng didn’t move, only coldly glanced at her. “Why are you here?”

Su Zhen’s eyes reddened, and she placed the box on the table. “Mucheng, yesterday was my fault. I shouldn’t have been mad at you like that. I know you still care about me, so I cooked congee this morning to make up for it.”

“Ew, that’s leftover congee from last night. She bought it from a street stall; I can smell the sourness, let alone Dad! Don’t eat it! If you eat it, you’ll get instant diarrhea!”

Fu Mucheng’s hand paused. He looked at Su Zhen’s tear-filled eyes and suddenly gave a cold laugh. “Bought it from a street stall?”

Su Zhen’s face stiffened, her eyes flickering. “H-how could you say that? I cooked this myself. I woke up early and spent three hours making it.”

“Really?” Fu Mucheng leaned back in his chair, smiling without warmth. “Your nails are quite rigid. Spending three hours cooking congee, yet not a single stone chip fell off your manicure.”

Su Zhen reflexively hid her hands behind her back. “Mucheng, you… what do you mean? You don’t believe me?” She looked on the verge of tears, her acting several levels above mine.

“I just don’t want to drink stale congee.” Fu Mucheng’s voice was flat. “Take it away.”

Su Zhen stared at him, as if not recognizing the man in front of her. She bit her lip, her gaze suddenly falling on me. “Jiang Yu, what are you still doing here?” Her eyes immediately sharpened. “Didn’t Mucheng tell you to move out?”

“Mom, clap back! Tell her you’re the lady of the house and carrying his crown prince. Wait, no, don’t mention the pregnancy. Make her jealous first! Drive her crazy!”

I put down my spoon, wiped my mouth with a napkin, and looked up at Su Zhen with a sweet smile. “Miss Su, Mucheng was too drunk yesterday. He couldn’t be left alone. I only stayed out of concern for him.”

Su Zhen’s face turned pale with rage. “You’re just a substitute! Don’t you have any shame?”

“Shame?” I touched my face. “I have this face, and that’s enough. After all, isn’t this the face Mucheng loves most?”

Su Zhen trembled, turning to Fu Mucheng. “Mucheng, are you going to let her insult me like this?”

Fu Mucheng calmly peeled an egg and placed it in my bowl. “Eat up, it’s good for your brain.” Then he looked at Su Zhen, his tone indifferent. “Did she say anything wrong? You left for three years. This place hasn’t been yours for a long time.”

Su Zhen looked thunderstruck, staggering back two steps, tears streaming down. “Fine, fine, Fu Mucheng, don’t you dare regret this.” She covered her face and ran out, sobbing.

“Fantastic, Mom, absolutely fantastic! I give that slap-down a perfect score. Dad is awesome. When I grow up, I’ll give him 10% of the family fortune for his retirement.”

Fu Mucheng’s mouth twitched, and he shoved the peeled egg into my mouth. “Shut up and eat.”

Over the next few days, Su Zhen tried every trick on social media to grab attention, but she didn’t know that my son and I were now a cooperative team. Whenever she posted, the little guy would immediately provide commentary: “Dad, don’t believe her, she’s filming a drama. She’s playing dead. That photo is from the internet; she’s at home wearing a face mask.” Fu Mucheng, initially annoyed, became calm, even joining in the mockery: “The Photoshop is decent, but the street light is warped. That liquor is fake; she’ll go blind if she drinks it.”

That evening, Fu Mucheng received a call from the old family home: “Tomorrow is grandfather’s 80th birthday. Bring Jiang Yu.”

“Tomorrow might be a little troublesome,” Fu Mucheng looked at me. “Fu Zhe will also be there. Su Zhen, too. Fu Zhe is the illegitimate son, never taken seriously, but his mother is quite resourceful… Since Su Zhen chose Fu Zhe, they will probably make an announcement at the party.”

“Mom, this is serious! We must go! Tomorrow is the climax of the plot. That Fu Zhe is planning to cause trouble at the longevity banquet and fight for control of the company. We must be there to hold the ground and prevent that wretched couple from succeeding.”

I rubbed my stomach, looking at Fu Mucheng with determination. “Go, we must go. I also want to see what that 200-million-yuan land looks like.”

The next day, I wore an exquisite, high-end red dress, dazzling as I walked into the grand banquet hall on Fu Mucheng’s arm, instantly attracting every gaze. Su Zhen was also present, standing beside Fu Zhe, wearing a simple white dress, looking like a fragile white lotus.

“Elder Brother, Miss Jiang.” Fu Zhe raised his glass with a phony smile. “I heard Elder Brother’s health hasn’t been good lately. If you’re too busy with company matters, your younger brother can help share the burden.”

Fu Mucheng looked at him coldly. “No need. I’m not dead yet.”

“Grandpa! This bastard dared to wish Dad an early death! Mom, look at his dark circles! Clearly overly self-indulgent. He wants to manage the company? His kidneys are weaker than Dad’s!”

Fu Mucheng slightly curved his lip, his eyes glancing at Fu Zhe’s lower body.

Fu Zhe spoke confidently, “I’ve finalized the negotiations for the land in the south of the city, preparing to develop it into a high-end resort. This is a hundred-million-yuan project.”

“Don’t panic, Dad, let him buy it. That’s a trap. There’s an ancient tomb complex beneath that land; the moment he breaks ground, the Cultural Heritage Bureau will seal it off. Whoever buys it will go bankrupt. Let him buy it; let him smash his head into the hole and be the biggest idiot once!”

Fu Mucheng’s expression gradually relaxed. He lightly swirled the wine in his glass, his voice casual. “Is that so? Then congratulations, Brother. I won’t fight you for such a big project. That’s your filial piety; how could I steal it?”

Fu Zhe was stunned, but amid the guests’ applause and praise, he was elated, signing the agreement to secure the land usage rights immediately. Su Zhen looked even smugger, leaning in close to me. “Jiang Yu, see? This is A Zhe’s capability. Following Fu Mucheng, you will always be an invisible substitute.”

I looked at her with deep pity. “Miss Su, I wish you two a happy grave digging. I hope you’re still smiling when you unearth a large coffin.”

The main event began as Old Master Fu received birthday wishes. Fu Zhe presented the land contract; the old man beamed, praising him profusely. When it was Fu Mucheng’s turn, he presented an exquisite box containing a string of Buddha beads. The old man nodded lightly, clearly not very satisfied. Su Zhen immediately mocked him.

Just then, I suddenly felt a sharp pain in my lower abdomen. “Ugh.” I couldn’t help but cry out, clutching my belly.

Fu Mucheng’s face instantly changed; he quickly supported me. “What is it? Are you okay?”

“Mom, don’t be afraid! I just stretched and kicked by accident. But the opportunity is here! Fake a sudden fetal movement! Tell the old man you’re carrying his direct grandson! This is the ultimate immunity card! This family values descendants the most!”

I took a deep breath, leaning limply into Fu Mucheng’s arms. “Grandpa…” I weakly began.

Fu Mucheng immediately understood. He looked around the hall, his voice not loud but echoing clearly: “Grandpa, Jiang Yu is pregnant.”

The entire hall fell silent. Even the walnut in the Old Master’s hand stopped spinning. “You… what did you say?” The old man trembled, standing up. “P-pregnant?”

“Yes.” Fu Mucheng tightly gripped my hand. “Two months.”

“Impossible!” Fu Zhe was the first to leap up. “Elder Brother, aren’t you—aren’t you impotent?” The words caused a sensation. Su Zhen’s face was ashen.

“Fake or real? Call the doctor to check.” Fu Mucheng calmly replied.

A few minutes later, the family doctor bowed, his face beaming with joy. “Congratulations, Old Master, great joy! This is definitely a pregnancy pulse. The pulse is very strong; it’s a healthy baby boy.”

The Old Master was so excited his beard shook. “Good! Good! Good!” He waved his hand, dismissing Fu Zhe’s contract, and held my hand tightly. “Girl, from now on, you are the great hero of the Fu family. Just tell me what you want.”

“Victory! I rate this coordination 10/10. Mom, look! That card the grandfather gave you definitely has at least 100 million. Keep it safe!”

After the pregnancy was announced, my status in the Fu family soared. Fu Mucheng became even more attentive, cherishing me as if I were made of glass. I realized his attitude toward me had changed. Before, he was a cold, distant patron; now, he was starting to resemble a real husband.

That evening, I stepped out of the bath to see Fu Mucheng leaning down, talking to my belly. “You little rascal, did you torment your mother today?”

“Dad, I’m sleeping, don’t be noisy.”

Fu Mucheng seemed to hear this, chuckling softly and gently stroking my belly. “Jiang Yu.” He suddenly looked up at me. “Let’s get married.”

I nearly fell over. He opened the bedside drawer and pulled out a red velvet box, revealing a massive diamond ring. “I originally planned to wait until after you gave birth, but I can’t wait any longer. I know I initially treated you as a substitute, but after this time, I realize I can’t be without you. It’s not because of the baby, and it’s not because you can hear the little guy’s voice. It’s because of you, Jiang Yu. You’re greedy for money, you’re dramatic, and you’re snarky, but you are genuine—not like those people who wear masks all the time.”

I stared at him, a hardened corner of my heart crumbling.

“Mom, say yes! Say yes now! That ring is a pink diamond; it cost 50 million yuan at auction. Super high investment value! Plus, your dad is snarky but rich and handsome. Most importantly, now he only has you. Where else will you find such a perfect man?”

I ignored the money-obsessed brat in my head, looking straight into Fu Mucheng’s earnest eyes. I knew that from a substitute, I had become this man’s indispensable woman. Although there were still many complications, that dazzling pink diamond ring and this unexpected love… I gently nodded.