Darling, Your Script is in My Hands

Shen Zhuo posted a video in the group chat of me walking out wrapped in a bath towel.

The group was filled with the wealthy young heirs who had once pursued me, and Shen Zhuo was the most beautiful of them all.

“As expected of Young Master Shen. What does the ‘Icy Goddess’ taste like? Let us have a try too?”

“Brother Shen has sacrificed quite a bit. To get revenge for his Childhood Sweetheart, he actually seduced the Top Student.”

“That’s cold. Telling the Top Student he had cancer right before the Gaokao… I’ve seen her eyes red for days now.”

“Break up as soon as the Gaokao is over.”

I heard Shen Zhuo send a voice message in a lazy tone, his voice sounding nothing like the pitiful act he put on in front of me.

I had been frequently taking leave to accompany him at the hospital, causing my grades to plummet.

Shen Zhuo lay weakly on the hospital bed, holding a forged cancer report. His eyes were filled with deep affection as he spoke.

“Mianmian, I’m sorry. I’m the one holding you back. Stop spending money on my treatment.”

He knew that in order to pay for his medical bills, I was already penniless.

Shen Zhuo was waiting for me to give up on him, but he never expected that I would produce another 300,000 yuan in life-saving money.

The group chat pinged again with new messages: “Scumbag! What does he have besides a pretty face! Why should Mianmian fall for him!”

“Mianmian even sold her house for him! That was her mother’s only legacy!”

“Shameless prick. Li Changqing, have you told Mianmian the truth yet?”

“Holy shit! You idiot! You posted in the wrong group! Shen Zhuo is in this one! Delete it, fast!”

The messages in the group chat were retracted one by one. On the hospital bed, Shen Zhuo’s face turned deathly pale.