Chapter 9

Bo Anzhi collapsed onto the bed, limp.

He was like a small, waterlogged sponge.

One squeeze and you’d get a puddle.

So, I decided to be Patrick Star, and stuck myself right onto my SpongeBob.

“You’re not a mistress.”

Bo Anzhi’s voice trembled with excitement.

“You’re not lying?”

“I’m not a mistress? I’m the main one?”

“You’ve already given me a proper title?”

He suddenly pushed me away and sat up straight.

But he couldn’t hide the smile tugging at his lips.

“Actually, I never really cared that much about a title. You were the one who insisted, right?”

“I have money and looks. Why would I care about status? Hah, what a joke!”

Seeing him like this, a mischievous urge took over me.

“I wasn’t finished.”

“You’re not a mistress… you’re a paramour.”

The smile on Bo Anzhi’s face instantly flipped one hundred and eighty degrees.

It was as if the last ounce of soul had been drained from his body.

He didn’t cry or make a fuss this time.

He just sat silently at the head of the bed.

The sheets were crumpled in his tight grip.

A few new teeth marks appeared on the back of his hand.

I blissfully turned off the light and had a wonderful night’s sleep.

Back then, Bo Anzhi had tricked me for so long.

Now, not only was I going to spend all his money, but I was also going to toy with his heart.