Billionaire’s Pursuit: My Sweetheart

Rong Guxi thought to himself: the name was far too elegant.

“You’d better grow up.”

Gu Yiren said slowly, “Twenty years old.”

Rong Guxi’s brow furrowed sharply, as if he found her age extremely displeasing, despite the fact that he himself was only two years her senior.

“Be my contractual girlfriend,” Rong Guxi declared firmly, his tone leaving no room for doubt.

Gu Yiren slowly lifted her gaze. Her face was pale-deathly pale. Having just taken a figurative stroll along the edge of the underworld, she was still gripped by lingering fear. Yet now, she stared at Rong Guxi in utter astonishment. Was the heir of Brilliant Jewelry joking?

“Can I firmly refuse?” Gu Yiren asked cautiously.

Rong Guxi’s response was quick and blunt. “You can.”

He paused for a moment, then continued, “But from this day forward, this date will be your death anniversary.”

Gu Yiren bit her lip lightly. If her options were to be dragged back to the gates of the underworld or to be his girlfriend, wasn’t it a one-sided question? A predetermined answer with only one path to take? Survival, after all, was the most important thing.

“How long?” she asked.

“Three months,” Rong Guxi replied curtly.

His dark, mockingly charming gaze swept over her, as though containing a barely restrained ire. “Though, it could be shorter.”

“Why?” she pressed.

Rong Guxi suddenly snapped, “An agreement is two words-‘I consent.’ A refusal is three-‘I refuse.’ Why must you waste your breath with so much pointless chatter?”

“Fine!” Gu Yiren swallowed her pride and conceded.

But inwardly, she couldn’t help internally mocking him, as if spitting venom: Agreeing is one word? Only someone with a brain as underfunded as yours could come up with that!

“What do I need to do?” Gu Yiren asked calmly. If the deal was already struck and there was no way to turn the tide, it was better to play along. Who knows-maybe it would turn out to be less bothersome than imagined.

“Whatever I tell you to do,” Rong Guxi replied impassively.

“But I won’t sleep with you,” Gu Yiren interjected, unsure what scheme Rong Guxi had up his sleeve. She did her utmost to assert her boundaries and fight for her dignity.

Rong Guxi chuckled as if hearing a joke. “If you don’t sleep with me, then what kind of girlfriend are you?”

Gu Yiren bit her lip slightly, letting out an unexpectedly sweet laugh. “Perhaps the Young Master Rong has a strange, deviant hobby-enjoying the company of a woman who isn’t willing.”

Rong Guxi shot back, “As I recall, someone did enjoy it before.”

“I was drugged,” Gu Yiren replied honestly, stating the simple truth.