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The day Qiao Yan was kicked out of the house, he finally found out that he was just a fake young master who had occupied someone else’s nest. He was forced to say goodbye to his beloved sports cars and game skins, and began living a life where he couldn’t even get enough food to eat.
Driven into a corner, Qiao Yan gritted his teeth and registered a secondary account. With a vengeful mindset, he disguised himself as a woman online and managed to hook the real young master’s financial backer the top-tier sugar daddy, He Yanzhou!
Qiao Yan would act spoiled in a soft voice toward the camera: Daddy, the car I took a fancy to this month. The moment the message was sent, the crisp notification sound of a money transfer would ring out.
Video call? Sure. He would skillfully put on a wig, turn the filters to the maximum, and fulfill all of He Yanzhou’s requests in front of the camera. Because of this, his pockets became packed to the brim.
The sweet honeymoon phase lasted for several months, until a new message popped up in He Yanzhou’s chatbox: Let’s meet up.
Qiao Yan quickly put on the Lolita dress that He Yanzhou liked best, attempting to muddle his way through: No way! I’m shy, can we wait a bit longer, pretty please.
On the screen, He Yanzhou’s command was ironclad and resolute: Next week.
The instant he received the message, the hardcore straight guy Qiao Yan packed up all the money and valuables he had obtained overnight, completely blocked that familiar number, and ran away.
The next time Qiao Yan saw He Yanzhou, it was at an underground boxing ring in Ning City.
He Yanzhou, the tech mogul who always looked elegant and noble in front of the camera, was currently standing in the center of the iron cage he was the invincible “Lion” of this place. Sweat slid down his heavily muscled chest, making him look like the most savage wild beast.
Qiao Yan was so scared his legs went weak. He covered his face and tried to blend into the crowd. In the chaos, the thin platinum chain around his neck bounced out from his collar.
The pendant on the chain was a gift from He Yanzhou. It was shaped like an exquisite yet highly suggestive collar, with a black diamond embedded in the center. He had once worn this necklace, submissively raising his head during their video calls to let the other man meticulously admire every inch of his skin.
As soon as he looked up, Qiao Yan collided right into He Yanzhou’s high-and-mighty gaze. That look swept across the wild, screaming crowd on the ground and locked onto him with absolute precision.
The next second, he was scooped up by He Yanzhou. In a dizzying blur, he was thrown onto a bed. Bright red wine trickled down his fair neck as He Yanzhou completely pinned him down, carrying the unmitigated, violent aura of the boxing ring.
He Yanzhou’s hand slowly slid down his spine: When you were scamming me out of my money, didn’t you call me very sweetly? Why aren’t you calling me now?
Qiao Yan was so terrified that tears streamed down his face as he struggled in vain: Let me go. I didn’t do it on purpose, I’ll give you back your money.
Give it back? What are you going to use to give it back? He Yanzhou whispered coaxingly by Qiao Yan’s ear, Why don’t you call me that again so I can hear it?
