100 Million to Buy a Man

"Here's a billion, I know you're a smart kid." I dated a younger boyfriend from a rich family, and his mom handed me a check, offering me a billion right off the bat. Alright, got it, I'll grab the cash and skedaddle~ From the first day I was with Braxen, I started planning my exit. The reason is simple, it's Braxen, my little darling, the famous fourth-generation rich kid in Paso, breaking the stereotype that wealth doesn't last beyond three generations. It's no exaggeration to say he was born with a silver spoon in his mouth. And me, I was born with nothing but a breath. Since childhood, I've been known far and wide as money-savvy. Others are tempted by food, but I'm unmoved, focusing solely on money. While others cling to their parents, crying and refusing to let go, I cling to money. To save money, during sss's big Singles' Day sale, I never spend a dime, using event coupons to buy a year's worth of living supplies. Because of this, several dorms around me would visit, seeking my money-saving secrets. Once upon a time, t****k banned my account because I always bought meals at low prices. But now, none of that matters. I'm about to join the billionaire club thanks to a breakup. "What are you laughing at? You're interrupting my game." "Huh? Oh, sorry." The scruffy yet charming guy sitting cross-legged on the sofa playing games in front of me is Braxen. The only great-grandson of the Lauren family with an immeasurable net worth, and my trump card, a walking blank check. "What did my mom say to you today?" Braxen asked, holding his phone, his eyes never leaving the screen. "Nothing much, just wants you to go back." I looked around the room, contemplating, should I throw things away? Who am I? My stuff doesn't get thrown away until it's completely unusable! But how do I move all my things out in front of this big shot? On one side is a billion-dollar check, and on the other is a room full of freebie living supplies I scrambled for during last year's 1.1 event. It's all my kingdom, all my hard work. "How did you respond to her?" Braxen suddenly looked up at me, and I was momentarily stunned, then smiled and said, "Of course, I firmly refused! Following your orders, I refused very rudely." Braxen looked away, his slender, bony fingers continued to dance on his phone, his high nose casting a shadow on his cheek as he lowered his head. Is this the charm of a fourth-generation rich kid? He's ridiculously handsome, but he's destined not to be mine. "At least you're obedient, come over, don't just stand there." I shuffled over to the sofa, looking at the things in the house. I really couldn't bear to part with them. Without paying attention, I bumped into something. Stumbling, I instinctively grabbed onto something, but my body still fell backward uncontrollably. At that moment, warmth enveloped my waist, and I was caught by a pair of hands. "You're quite obedient, I said come over, and you immediately leaned over, but be good, give me the phone, the game's not over." Me? Huh? Oh! The warmth from behind made me uneasy, and the sound of the mobile game in my hand continued. When Braxen took the phone back, there were a few complaints from the game. Damn! Braxen, what are you doing? Are you messing around or what? Hurry up and do something! Come on, it's a team fight, what are you doing! Hearing this, I became even more uneasy. I struggled to get up, but the hand around my waist remained. A low chuckle sounded beside my head. "Coming, coming, it's just a team fight, we'll win anyway." Braxen's light tone made the teammates in the game fall silent. What he said was perfectly true. But Braxen's next words made the two people start cursing again. "Be good, don't move, sit still." A big hand soothingly rubbed the soft flesh on my waist. The warm breath as he leaned in to speak near my ear successfully made my face flush. At the same time, it made me as still as a statue. But it made the two in the game curse and swear. It wasn't until Braxen turned off the voice chat that I breathed a slight sigh of relief. I have no idea why I'm being handled by a guy two years younger than me. It must be because of his wealth and power. It must be! We won the game effortlessly, he opened the voice chat, "Not playing anymore, logging off." After saying that, Braxen smoothly exited the game. "Can I get up now?" I was exhausted from staying still. His muscles were hard, making it uncomfortable to sit. . "Do you still have something to say?" But instead of letting go, Braxen tightened his grip on my waist with both hands. Knowing my waist was slender, but being held by his hands, warmth surged straight to my heart. It felt like I was being steamed. "I... I, I've said everything." Of course, I couldn't admit it, or else that billion wouldn't be mine. "Tsk, big sis, you're not being honest." Braxen kept one hand on my waist while the other moved downward. I froze, grabbing his wandering hand with both of mine. "Braxen, we agreed, we're just pretending to be together, you can't, you can't..." Huh? Braxen's hand just reached into my pocket... His long fingers hooked, and a piece of paper was taken out. Damn! No way! This, this is worse than touching... Now's not the time to think about that. Before I could stop him, Braxen had already spread the check out in front of me. "Wow... a billion, am I that cheap?" Braxen earnestly asked. But as he looked at me, there was a glint in his eyes. I quickly shook my head, saying firmly, "How could you be worth only a billion? She's insulting me! No, devaluing you!" I said insincerely, but inside, I was crying. "Good to know, don't be tempted by these small gains. I'm not worth a billion, you know." Braxen seemed convinced by my sincerity. He dropped the silent threat, his eyes blinking innocently. Why did I take him in? Oh, it's because that one month covers my entire year's rent, and he's only renting my living room sofa! I had just graduated and was hired by a big company, which happens to be owned by Braxen's family. So, rounding up, Braxen is technically my boss. That day, Braxen was sitting alone in a sorry state downstairs from my place. Honestly, I just couldn't bear to see a young man in designer clothes swaying alone in the cold wind. It wasn't just because he drunkenly offered me a sky-high rent. I regretted bringing him home. But he just dove into the sofa and fell asleep. I figured he'd leave on his own once he saw my shabby little rental the next day. I chalked that night up to charity. Remembering that my broken sofa had a precious person on it, I actually slept quite well. Yawning, I came out to see, and sure enough, there was no one on the sofa. I ran my hands through my unruly hair, turned around to go back to my room for a bit more sleep. Clatter, a sound came from the kitchen. I turned my head to see, the boy was coming out of the kitchen, shirtless, holding a plate of fried eggs. I must say, the boy's physique was quite solid, his waistline... "Big sister, do you want to wipe it off first?" Huh? Wipe off? I withdrew my greedy gaze, bewildered. But his next light words made my face flush, "Wipe off your drool." "You didn't leave? I-I'll go wash up first!" Thinking of how messy I must look. And looking at his clean, sharp abs, I needed to wash my face to calm down. Behind me, Braxen chuckled softly, "Mm, I'll wait for you." I quickly got ready. When I walked over, Braxen was sitting at the dining table, with two breakfasts in front of him. If I hadn't seen him bring the food out from the kitchen myself. I really wouldn't believe that he, a fourth-generation rich kid, could cook better than me, a poor nth generation! It smells so good~ "Eat if you're hungry, after breakfast you should head back, this meal makes up for last night's rent." It's important to be mindful when accepting favors. "Why go back? I remember you agreed last night to let me rent the place." Braxen seemed a bit aggrieved, not expecting me to let him leave so casually, looking at me with a hint of grievance. "Weren't you drunk last night? I thought you wouldn't remember. Besides, you can see, I can't let you rent here." Faced with money, I managed to be noble for once. After casually looking around the room, he nonchalantly said, "I can stay, I'll sleep on the sofa, just for a month. I can't go back home, you won't turn me away, will you?" He said, blinking his big eyes at me. Geez, with his good looks and that innocent act, it's hard to resist. "But you're offering way too much." My greedy nature tells me, how can this ever be too much? But his status makes me reluctantly calm. "Then can you do me a favor, sis, please~" "As long as it doesn't go against morals or the law, I guess I can." Damn, he looks like a little devil but talks like a cute puppy. Geez... I really can't resist. Braxen chuckled lightly, "Please pretend to be my girlfriend, my family set me up for a blind date, and I ran away." Really? Huh? Me... pretending to be his girlfriend? Braxen said it casually. But the seriousness in his eyes made me pause for a moment. "This won't work, we're not a good match, you can't use me as a cover." Although, with his looks and physique, I naturally like him. But I'm five years older than Braxen, and my family background is ordinary. It's laughable, can you believe it, a rich kid choosing an older, humble girl. "Do you think you're not pretty? Or that I'm not good enough for you?" "Not really, just... one month?" "One month." "Alright, but we're just pretending to be together." Even though it's just pretending, mentioning those three words makes me a bit flushed. "Hmm!" Braxen saw me relent, and a smile crept onto his face. He smiled like a sly fox. I instinctively felt I was being played. But then I thought, maybe it's not such a bad deal for me either. During this time, Braxen has been staying in my small rented apartment. Putting aside his prestigious status, as a person. He's really a considerate and suitable boyfriend. Claiming to have been kicked out by his family, he doesn't go to work. He just stays at home every day. When I go to work, he prepares lunch for me. I originally thought he was a pampered rich kid. But his cooking is genuinely delicious, and he makes a variety of dishes. My colleagues are now envious and curious. Where did I find this amazing guy? Every day's lunch is so enticing. Besides cooking, he's also great at doing housework. With him around, my whole apartment feels lively every day. Not to mention, my colleagues joke that ever since I got a boyfriend, I've been glowing. Even though he's a fake boyfriend, Braxen seems to be using this as practice, not caring about the pretense. He would lean in while playing games, watching me blush and retreat to my room. He would also prepare ginger tea and a hot water bottle for me during my period. He takes better care of me than I do myself. After enjoying his care, I need to help him solve his problems. And now, here it is, a billion, oh no, trouble has arrived. When I received Mrs. Lauren's invitation, I wanted to run. But when I turned my head and saw Mrs. Lauren waving at me with a smile, I knew. I couldn't just ignore her. "You're Mikeia, right? Mikeia, you can call me Aunt." I was surprised that Mrs. Lauren didn't immediately throw money at me. "Sure thing, hehe." I obediently smiled, fiddling with my fingers as I held my cup. "Mikeia, I know you're dating Braxen, you're a smart kid, so Auntie won't say much, you know..." I have to say, Mrs. Lauren was quite subtle, smiling elegantly at me, her tone not overbearing. But when the check was pushed out, I still felt a bit blocked inside. But... that's a billion, wow. Mrs. Lauren's intention was for me to take the money and persuade Braxen to go home and not to sulk with the family. The family's company still needs him to take over, and he shouldn't think about avoiding work. When she said this, Mrs. Lauren sounded like a landlord. And in her words, Braxen seemed like a lazy employee avoiding work. "Take this money, Auntie knows you're a smart kid, and you know what's best for yourself." Mrs. Lauren stuffed the money into my pocket and patted the back of my hand. It was just like in Chinese culture when elders give children red envelopes during New Year. And the children would have to pretend to be polite and decline, saying they couldn't accept it. I thought about declining, knowing that I was just pretending. But never underestimate a billion-dollar check, it's too heavy. I didn't have the strength to lift my hand and refuse. Holding onto the hefty billion-dollar check. I had just returned to my apartment, still trying to sort out my feelings. And now, this scene unfolded. Well, as expected, fake is fake. Even if we act like it, this billion doesn't belong to me. I wasn't really the girlfriend, so how could I possibly take this billion? Maybe my expression while staring at the billion was too obvious, as Braxen placed the billion-dollar check in front of me again. I looked at him in confusion, and he looked at me with equal puzzlement. We both saw the confusion in each other's eyes. "Aren't you taking it?" "Aren't you taking it?" What? Huh? I got it, he's testing me! That must be it, that's just how guys are; a billion-dollar check has to be used twice. Alright, a billion-dollar check is indeed worth testing me twice. Just when I was struggling to find words that would make refusing a billion-dollar check less painful. Braxen spoke again. "Just take it, my mom gave it to you as a meeting gift. It's so little, I don't know how she had the nerve to bring it out." I only heard the first four words, the rest of Braxen's voice faded away. I vaguely heard something about a meeting gift. But I was no longer focused on that. All I knew was that Braxen told me to take it, to take it! That's a billion, wow, a billion! Should I decline? Neither Braxen nor Mrs. Lauren gave me that option. Both of them directly stuffed the check into my pocket. However, Mrs. Lauren just slipped the check in. But Braxen's hand stayed in my pocket. Oh no, he's tickling me. I really couldn't sit still anymore. The subtle, budding tension disappeared instantly. I couldn't stop my laughter from echoing in the living room. And then my laughter silently slipped into Braxen's eyes as he looked down at me. Even though I didn't persuade Braxen to return home, the next day he surprisingly dressed sharply. In a tailored suit, he looked just like when I first saw him at the company gala. "You look even better in a suit!" I sincerely praised. Braxen turned to look at me. His chiseled face, exquisite features, and mature suit made him look nothing like the puppy-like younger brother. Yet he was still just as handsome. "Sis, do you need to wipe your mouth again?" Braxen teased me while gesturing for me to sit down. The breakfast table was still set with a sumptuous meal. While eating, I didn't ask why he was dressed so neatly today or if he would come back. I didn't ask, and Braxen didn't say. And just like that, we left the house together. There was already a car waiting downstairs. I deliberately staggered my descent with his. Even though we left together, I managed to keep a floor's distance between us. I thought he would get in the car and leave once he was downstairs. But to my surprise, when I came down, he was still standing by the car, leaning against the door, looking at me. In the sunlight, his eyes smiled, exuding that younger brother vibe. My heartbeat suddenly matched the rhythm of my steps toward him. Thump, thump, thump, filling my chest with warmth like sunlight. "Sis, you're so slow, are you deliberately making me open the car door for you? Got it, sis, get in~"