Chapter 1: Her Name Is Chi Mo, Guan Yizhou's Girlfriend

"No... no more..."

Wen Nianqi was pinned to the big bed. Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows lay the dazzling night view of City A.

The air in the room was thick with lust, torn scraps of clothing littering the floor everywhere.

Shen Wang gripped her throat and bit hard into her collarbone. "Dare to lie to me?"

"Do you know what it feels like to wish you were dead?"

Wen Nianqi's face flushed crimson under his grip. Wave after wave of stimulation hit her—the suffocation, the mix of pleasure and pain—it made her wish she were dead.

If she could have one more chance.

She would never have added him as a friend in that game that afternoon. She wouldn't have started an online relationship, and she definitely wouldn't have let greed take over and spent tens of millions of his money!

While they were dating, Shen Wang kept spending on her nonstop.

First a few thousand, then tens of thousands, later hundreds of thousands, even millions...

Her appetite for consumption grew bigger and bigger...

After they met up offline, Wen Nianqi found out he was that legendary lunatic. She tried to break up on the spot, but got dragged right back and thoroughly f—

He didn't show a single ounce of tenderness.

"I... I'll pay you back. Let's break up..."

Wen Nianqi squeezed the words out from her crushed throat.

Shen Wang bit down on her ear cartilage, suddenly shoving hard. Wen Nianqi's head slammed into the headboard—luckily, it was padded.

"Sure. Pay me back now, and we'll break up."

"I... I don't have money right now..."

"No money? Then pay with your body."

Shen Wang loved to play, but he never played with women. He always claimed he had zero interest in sex, but after tasting her once, all he wanted was to go until one of them died.

This woman was just too damn soft.

Wen Nianqi couldn't call it enjoyment. It was pure torture. Three days and three nights, never leaving the room, never separating.

Every time inside that room, every visible corner bore the marks of their tangled mess.

A man like Shen Wang had no love in his eyes. Only himself.

On the last time, Wen Nianqi collapsed against his chest, her mind going dark...

*

"Don't... don't come closer, I'll pay you back..."

"Nian Nian, time for class!"

Dorm leader Ji Haitang hugged her books and smacked the blanket hard.

Wen Nianqi shot upright, scaring her roommate.

She was drenched in sweat, her face pale. She looked completely drained...

Ji Haitang noticed her bad complexion. "Feeling sick? The morning classes are all easy ones anyway. Want me to ask for leave for you?"

Wen Nianqi's head felt like it was about to explode. She hummed. "Thanks."

Her roommate left. She was alone in the dorm.

All her memories flashed through her mind like a slideshow, but those last three days of hellish torment were crystal clear, as if they'd just happened.

"*"

Wen Nianqi couldn't hold back a curse. She had actually been f—ed to death.

That Shen Wang was truly not human. He was a complete psycho!

And she'd been gloating, thinking she'd snagged a sugar daddy. Sugar daddy my ass—that was the King of Hell!

Right!

Pho... phone.

She checked the time and finally realized this wasn't a dream. She had been reborn!

She flipped through her transfer records.

They'd only been dating for a month right now. Shen Wang had only spent 2,471,314.52 RMB on her.

In the chat history, she'd send four or five messages for every single character he replied with.

It was only two million so far. Shen Wang was so rich, he shouldn't be that petty, right?

Wen Nianqi was genuinely traumatized. She deleted the contact immediately.

Only after deleting him did she feel safe. She let out a long breath.

To think that I, Wen Nianqi, with my stellar reputation, a flower of the nation's future, would end up being f—ed to death...

Wen Nianqi splashed water on her face. Thank god the heavens showed mercy and let her start over.

"Just smile~ hehehehe... maybe the world is just like this..."

Her phone rang.

No caller ID.

Wen Nianqi didn't think much of it and answered. "Hello?"

"Why did you delete me?"

"Who is this?"

"Shen Yan."

Wen Nianqi suddenly remembered. This guy used a fake name to trick her.

Before she could reply, the voice on the other end turned icy: "Do you want to break up, or do you want to fight?"

"Wen Nianqi, wait until I get back to the country and catch you. You better be ready to die."

Hearing he was coming back to find her, Wen Nianqi went on high alert and immediately played dumb.

"Huh? I deleted you?"

Shen Wang didn't speak. He just quietly listened to her act.

"I'm sorry, baby. I sleepwalk. I must have deleted you while sleepwalking. How could I delete my darling boyfriend? I'll add you back right now."

She hung up the moment she finished.

Wen Nianqi scrambled frantically, searching his number to add him back.

"It's over, it's over. Please don't come back."

With Shen Wang's methods, she couldn't run even if she tried.

If she pissed him off, he might have her dragged away the very next second and ruthlessly...

No!

She couldn't die in bed again.

It'd be too embarrassing if word got out!

Shen Wang had no love for her, only possession. In his worldview, money could buy everything.

Including a person's freedom.

Right now, only one thought filled her brain.

Pay him back!

Once she paid him back, she'd be free!

She wouldn't have to die!

What good was money if she lost her life?

She opened her wallet. A pitiful three thousand yuan sat in the balance.

She spent like crazy. Everything she ate, used, or wore was the most expensive. Whenever she got money, she blew it. So in her past life, even though Shen Wang transferred thirty million to her in total, she didn't have a single coin left in her pocket at the end.

Right!

The bags.

She immediately contacted several second-hand luxury shops, compared prices, and picked one that seemed willing to offer a decent quote.

Wen Nianqi dragged out her suitcase, threw open the wardrobe doors, and stuffed every designer bag inside into the case.

Several were brand new, still packed in their original boxes.

She hugged the boxes, her heart aching. "I'll buy you guys back when I'm rich again."

She looked at the jewelry arranged piece by piece on the desk rack. All big brands.

"Just keep one for myself. Just one..."

"If I'm dead, what do I need jewelry for? Wear it in the grave?"

Wen Nianqi gritted her teeth, hardened her heart, and packed it all up.

She'd skipped the easy morning classes, and there were no classes in the afternoon.

Wen Nianqi dragged her suitcase and rushed toward the second-hand luxury shop without stopping.

She wished she could pay him back instantly and cut ties with Shen Wang completely.

Ding dong—

In the taxi.

Wen Nianqi's phone lit up.

She picked it up. Shen Wang had accepted her friend request.

Shen Yan [I want the truth.]

Wen Nianqi played dumb [Baby, what truth? I don't understand what you're saying?]

Until she paid him back, she had to keep this lunatic calm!

Otherwise, the next second she might get tracked down, grabbed by Shen Wang, and tortured to death.

Wen Nianqi believed he was fully capable of doing it.

...

Switzerland.

In the classroom, Fu Yan glanced at Shen Wang's darkened face.

"What's wrong? Who pissed you off now?"

Shen Wang sneered, his tone lazy. "Nothing. My kitten isn't behaving."

"Kitten? That online girlfriend of yours?" Fu Yan propped his head on one hand, his eyelids drooping. "She hasn't even sent a photo. You don't even know if it's a guy or a girl."

"Don't tell me you actually fell in love?"

Shen Wang spun his pen carelessly. "Don't you think raising a digital pet is pretty interesting?"

Reporting to you anytime, anywhere. What she eats, what she's doing, catering to your moods...

Living almost entirely transparently in front of him.

Shen Wang was addicted to that feeling of ownership. And it only cost a little money to achieve.