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Mingzhu was a pampered socialite with zero ambition, living only for food, drinks, and fun. One day, while she was busy enjoying her life, the sky suddenly fell!
She discovered she wasn’t the Real! Heiress!
Fortunately, Mingzhu wasn’t one to wallow in self-pity. It didn’t matter that her parents weren’t biological, it didn’t matter that her family was going bankrupt, and it didn’t matter that her identity had been swapped with the real heiress.
But she was out of money… and that mattered a lot!
Penniless and unable to endure even a bit of hardship, Mingzhu immediately thought of an old “wealthy” acquaintance: Rong Zhao.
Rong Zhao was her high-society rival and childhood friend—cold, arrogant, aloof, and superior to Mingzhu in every way. Mingzhu vividly remembered the time she failed to beat Rong Zhao in an exam, landing in second place. As Rong Zhao brushed past her shoulder, she had paused and said indifferently: “If you ask me to tutor you, maybe you’ll catch up.”
What a humiliation! Mingzhu vowed she would never bow her head to Rong Zhao. Besides, she had skipped a grade and was two years younger; losing was a matter of brain development, not capability!
But times had changed.
Mingzhu found Rong Zhao and pleaded with her head bowed: “Rong-rong, I have nowhere to stay. For the sake of us growing up together, can you take me in for a few nights? Just a few nights, please?”
Rong Zhao leaned against the door in a loose bathrobe, her deep-V neckline so low it nearly reached her stomach, her fair skin almost spilling out. She replied coolly, “Sorry, little sister. It’s not very convenient.”
Mingzhu: “?” Is this woman even human? She’s definitely not! And she actually called me ‘little sister’!
“My family is very strict,” Rong Zhao added flatly.
Mingzhu was so angry she wanted to scream in the street. Whose family isn’t strict? Who is this woman insulting with her sarcasm?
Rong Zhao calmly watched Mingzhu’s lips twitch with the urge to curse, then added unhurriedly: “Only if you register a marriage with me can I take you in. Otherwise, an ‘unclear’ relationship would be improper…”
“Wife!” Mingzhu interrupted immediately, throwing her arms around her. “Sister Rong-rong, you are my dear wife now! Let’s go get the license right now! Whoever doesn’t go is a stinky bug!”
Are you kidding? Who wouldn’t cling to such a wealthy thigh!
Mingzhu thought Rong Zhao only married her to escape family pressure and that they would just be acting. To her surprise, on their wedding night, she shared a little wine with Rong Zhao, and… the marriage was “consummated.”
After drinking, the cold Rong Zhao turned into a different person—passionate, clinging to Mingzhu’s hands, her body turning soft as water. With tears in the corners of her eyes, she wouldn’t let Mingzhu stop.
Married life was generous. During the day, Mingzhu acted cute; at night, she worked hard with her “hands and mouth.” Occasionally, she played the part of a loving spouse for the cameras, and in return, she had endless money to spend.
“Rong-rong, I want a new bag~”
“Here’s my card.”
“Baby, I want a new car~”
“Buy it.”
“Sister, someone is bullying me…”
“Fine. I’ll make them go bankrupt.”
Life was blissful. But one day, Mingzhu realized that Rong Zhao had spoiled her so much she couldn’t leave. She even started hating that Rong Zhao had so many female friends, feeling sour, jealous, and angry.
But Rong Zhao doesn’t love me! She just sees me as a tool! What should I do? How did I fall for her?!
Luckily, Mingzhu wasn’t one to wallow. She decided to grab a pile of cash and run away for a divorce before she fell too deep!
In a hotel room, Mingzhu found herself handcuffed to the bed. Rong Zhao emerged from the bathroom wearing a rabbit outfit and bunny ears. With red eyes, she knelt beside Mingzhu, looking aggrieved and silent.
Mingzhu: “…Did you drink?”
Rong Zhao nodded daze-like. Then, tears fell like rain as she collapsed onto Mingzhu, sobbing: “Why don’t you like me? Mingzhu, how could you leave me? Please don’t throw me away…”
Mingzhu panicked: “Don’t cry! I want you! I won’t leave, just don’t cry!”
The corner of Rong Zhao’s mouth twitched into a smirk. After two rounds of crying, she opened the bedside drawer and pulled out… a set of the latest National College Entrance Exam (Gaokao) papers.
“If your total score is higher than mine, we’ll divorce.”
“?”
Is she even human? She faked the crying, and now she’s making me take an exam?!
“…What if my score is lower than yours?”
“Then you’ll have to let me tutor you. Mingzhu, come and ‘catch up’ to me.”
