Summary
I transmigrated into the body of a bankrupt socialite, and the System is forcing me to maintain my “spoiled rich girl” persona.
Left with no choice, I had to cling to my cold, aloof fiancé from a powerful family.
I demanded luxury cars to ferry me to and from work, insisted on pure silk bedding, and refused to eat fish unless every single bone had been meticulously removed.
I was certain he loathed me. So, once the System was deactivated, I prepared to bid him a reluctant farewell.
Before I could get a word out, he spoke up. “I know. I’ve already bought that new limited-edition bag you wanted.
“Tired already? You’ve barely taken a few steps. Fine, get on. I’ll carry you.”
Me: “…”