Seven Years After Dumping My Sickly Boyfriend

After transmigrating into a smut novel, I took the initiative to avoid being forcibly loved by the obsessive male lead. I laid down three rules with him: “Finish this problem, and I’ll let you kiss me once.” “Get into Tsinghua, and I’ll be your girlfriend.” After training the school tyrant and hopeless slacker into an upstanding young man, I told him the final condition: “I want you to become a pillar of the nation.” Then I dumped him without looking back. Seven years later, as a financial news anchor, I interviewed a newly risen business titan. Looking at Xie Yuchuan’s familiar handsome face, and the look in his eyes that seemed ready to strip me bare, I tremblingly asked the question we’d prepared in advance: “Mr. Xie, you recently donated ten billion yuan to national infrastructure. May I ask why?” Xie Yuchuan lifted his eyelids, his expression halfway between a smile and a smirk. “Just carrying out my mistress’s assignment.” The entire venue fell deathly silent. Everyone stared, dumbfounded. Xie Yuchuan ran his tongue over his back teeth, his smile wicked. “Now that the assignment is complete, tell me-how do you think she’ll reward me?”