Wei Xia was extremely wealthy. She could have anything she wanted. However, there was one person who completely fit her tastes, someone whose face she liked, whose personality matched hers, and who was perfect in every way. No matter how she tried to lure or seduce this person, it just never worked.... more>>

Ji Haolan felt aggrieved. "When will you finally let me go? Just because you have money doesn't mean you can do whatever you want."

Wei Xia sneered. "I don't care what you say about past lives or destiny. I only care about you, Ji Haolan, in this lifetime and the next. Now come here."

Ji Haolan muttered, "You said the same thing in our past life..."

Wei Xia snapped, "Enough talking. I am giving you two options. Either fall in love with me, or let me keep you."

Ji Haolan protested, "I refuse!"

But Wei Xia had decided. Once she set her eyes on someone, she would get them no matter what. That was because she was rich and overwhelmingly forceful.

P.S. A domineering bottom sponsor.

This is a story about a queenly bottom and a stiff, emotionally wooden top. Who said a bottom couldn't be the one throwing money around, pampering her partner until she is round and glowing? <<less

Luo Jing had always thought she was not particularly clever. Otherwise, how could she have ended up stepping straight into a fire pit just by trying to find a part-time job? Still, that so-called fire pit offered surprisingly good conditions. Luo Jing figured she did not have any special skills, so if someone was actually willing to pay such a price for her, what right did she have to complain? Her family was still waiting on her to help cover the medical bills.... more>>

Yet on her very first day on the job, she was caught red-handed by her sugar daddy’s wife. Just what kind of cursed luck was that? Luo Jing really did cry. The wife had such an overwhelming presence that she dropped to her knees right there on the bed and did not dare to move a muscle. Back home, women who stole men would be spat on.

Unexpectedly, the wife looked Luo Jing up and down, then down and up again. With her slender fingers resting under her elegant chin, she turned to her husband and said, “How much did you pay for her? I’ll give you double. Hand her over to me.”

With tears and snot running down her face, Luo Jing dumbly watched this married couple transfer her “sponsorship rights” right in front of her. She could not keep up at all with what was happening.

Is this how rich people handle things? <<less