【Don’t even mention the house and car, I even broke up with my ex-boyfriend.】
【What more do you want from me?】
Reading the last message, I clapped and laughed. This was exactly what I’d been waiting for.
Under my guidance, M/a Chao sent a message:
【Forget it. It’s my fault for loving you too much. I can’t stay mad at you.】
"I’m currently negotiating a new project with a Saudi prince. The profits are huge. Want to invest? Even a small dividend could net you 5 to 10 million."
【If you can earn this petty cash, it’ll at least prove to my mom you won’t leech off the M/a family.】
When she hesitated, M/a Chao added:
【Once you prove yourself, I’ll propose.】
【Even though you’re older and a bit... loose, I adore your soul.】
We burst into laughter the moment the message sent. Disgusting. Absolutely vile. How could we say such slimy things? But I knew Jiang Lingling would buy it. Her social media screamed, "Marriage is a ladder—cling to your man!"
Though tempted by the 1-million investment, Jiang Lingling grew suspicious.
"Chao, I know you mean well, but my family isn’t wealthy. Will this really pay off?"
"Chao, I trust you, but are your friends reliable?"
Suppressing laughter, I sent her a link to a Saudi energy company:
【You doubt MY friends?!】
【Forget investing. Mom was right—class barriers exist. We’re too different.】
【You question ME? These are Saudi princes—childhood friends! We share fortunes in our circle.】
【Without me, they’d laugh at your pitiful 1 million. Their pet lions cost more!】
【Don’t contact me. I’m off to a French jewelry auction.】
After this PUA move, M/a Chao ghosted her—though he actually spent three days gaming in his room. Meanwhile, I attended his company’s auction as repayment.
Jiang Lingling took the bait. When 1 million hit our offshore account, M/a Chao and I froze. With help from finance, we laundered the money through multiple offshore accounts. Jiang Lingling dreamed of riches, unaware the "investment" was a legit foreign site—but M/a Chao never invested. He kept inventing excuses: rising fees, account issues, identity verifications. Each "problem" triggered cold treatment, blaming her. Desperate, Jiang Lingling sweet-talked my timid dad into transferring his Porsche to her—only to sell it immediately. Their fight turned physical. Now confident with M/a Chao, she dropped her obedient act, openly mocking Dad. When she’d borrowed 3 million and bled dry, I blocked her: "Time to wake her up. Reel it in!"
After discovering the scam, Jiang Lingling stayed eerily calm. Days later, Mom’s divorce papers explained why—she’d been plotting. My cheap dad and Jiang Lingling sent wedding invites. Perfect. I called Dad—he hung up repeatedly until finally answering, clearly warned by Jiang Lingling. I ranted about his betrayal, then softened:
"Fine, remarry. I’m studying abroad soon—consider this my farewell blessing."
He relented: "Good. Your mom’s coldness wore me down. Lingling cares. Respect her as your stepmom."
I agreed sweetly, nails digging into palms. He’d regret this.
At the wedding, Dad’s friends attended—none of Mom’s elite circle. The stage was set.
