One Million to Break His Heart

03

Used to be Jiang’s golden girl.

Now?

Exiled to PR like a disgraced knight.

I called Tongtong, quoting ancient poets to sound dramatic: “In the fourth year of Qingli, Teng Zijing was demoted to Balin County…”

“Speak English!” she barked.

I sighed. “I got demoted to PR hell.”

She paused. “…Rough.”

Then she hung up.

Classic.

PR was brutal. Fresh meat = coffee runs, Excel nightmares, and scrubbing the boss’s “mood” whiteboards.

All because of one tiny coffee spill.

On day seven, crisis hit:

Jiang’s trending with a t****k star.

I stared at the headlines, stomach twisting.

As his ex-and-PR intern, I got to clean up his mess.

I texted Tongtong: “He’s already dating someone else. You can stop scheming.”

“Swoop in!” she replied.

“Be his knight in stilettos!”

“I’m broke, not desperate,” I grumbled.

“Not the guy!” she hissed.

“The million. You gonna let that slip away?”

Oh. Right.

We threw millions at damage control.

Millions. For a girl who posts duck-lip selfies.

I’d rather have that money.

But Jiang?

He doubled down. Next week, he “leaked” a date with a reality star.

This isn’t PR.

It’s a revenge tour.

I hated it.

Because I still loved him.

Because I’d broken us first.

Because I’d always known we’d end up here—two worlds, one doomed love story.

His mom found me before I could quit.

“You’re efficient,” she said, handing me the final half-million.

“He’s focused. No more scandals.”

I stared at the transfer confirmation.

The money’s mine.

I watched her glide away, a Gucci queen in a Prada world.

One day… I’ll be her.

As for Jiang?

Two fake flings and suddenly he’s “cured”?

He did this to hurt me.

Well, screw him.

I’m keeping the money.