He Paid 1.5M, I Became His Girlfriend

My boyfriend gives me 500,000 dollars a month for living expenses! From then on, I stuck strictly to the code of the ideal girlfriend: 1. I never check his phone. 2. I never ask where he's going. 3. I never, ever get jealous. 4. I just peacefully live my best life as a wealthy girlfriend. After we had been together for half a year, he asked me to hand him his phone. Right then, the screen suddenly lit up, and a new message popped up. Jasmine: I've already given birth to the baby. I shook with fear, totally wanting to pretend I hadn't seen a thing, but it was too late. I tried my best to act cool, stammering, "Um... um... should I go help take care of your child?" ***** Early the next morning, yawning my head off, I was waiting in line for coffee downstairs at the company. Suddenly, I heard a couple arguing right behind me. "You seriously think you deserve to be my boyfriend? You won't even buy me a 20,000 dollar bag, and you still expect me to buy you a Panamera?" Ooh, I caught a whiff of some juicy drama. I turned around fast and happened to see a busty beauty splashing her coffee right at him. Oh, thrilling. The guy got completely drenched but didn't even flinch. He just asked coldly, "Are you sure you want to break up? You better not regret it." "Regret?" Miss Curvy crossed her arms, looking utterly disdainful. "The streets are crawling with broke guys. Why would I ever need you?" The guy sneered, "You've got guts." As if sensing someone peeking, he suddenly spun around. His incredibly handsome face locked eyes with me, and I hadn't even finished rubbing the sleep from my eyes yet. Uh, awkward. I was just about to look away to avoid the cringe. But the guy pointed straight at me and said, "Hey, you. Come here." With no one else around, I hesitantly pointed my index finger at myself. "Get over here!" I walked over, completely bewildered. Was he trying to pick a fight with me? If I swing back, does that count as self-defense? "Do you like Panameras?" he asked. "I mean, yeah..." I paused, catching myself. "But does liking it even matter? No matter how much I like it, I can't afford it." Isn't love supposed to be mutual anyway? "You'll be able to afford it real soon," the guy said resolutely. "Huh?" He slapped a bank card into my hand. "There's 1.3 million on this card. Be my girlfriend for three months, and after that, you can buy that Panamera in full." I stared at him intently. At this exact moment, he wasn't just some guy anymore. He was the actual God of Wealth. "Are you..." The guy started to confirm. I snatched the bank card in a flash, speaking so fast I was terrified he'd change his mind the next second. "It's a deal, babe!" The guy's lips curled into a smirk. He casually pulled my hat down, giving my fluffy head a gentle pat. Then he turned back and glared provocatively at Miss Curvy. "Don't think you can do whatever you want just because you have a pretty face. I prefer the ugly ones! Didn't you want a Panamera? I wouldn't give it to you now, even if I were buying it for a stray cat or dog!" Hmm? I didn't really catch that last part. I was too busy clutching my new bank card, already plotting which bank had the highest fixed-deposit interest rates. "Are you kidding me? With your budget, having 13,000 dollars is already a stretch. 1.3 million? Watch your mouth before you choke on your own lies!" Miss Curvy rolled her eyes. I immediately looked up at the guy. A transaction this huge couldn't be a scam, right? Otherwise, I'll see him in court! Knowing exactly what I was thinking, the guy reached out and pressed the back of my head down. "Shorty, show me your w******p payment code." If anyone else had insulted my perfectly standard 110-pound figure, I would have absolutely lost my temper. But coming from this sugar daddy, it sounded like golden poetry and a gentle spring breeze. I quickly pulled up my code, and he scanned it with his phone. Seconds later, a massive chunk of change hit my account. 200,000. I counted the zeros one by one, my heart rate spiking as a wild grin spread across my face. "1.5 million, the exact price of a Panamera. It was supposed to be yours, but now, it's hers." The guy pointed at me, his tone bursting with pride. He completely ignored Miss Curvy's face, which looked like she wanted to murder someone. "Listen up, starting today, I'm upgrading!" The guy wrapped his arm around my waist, ready to roll. "Come on, babe. Let's go hit up the dealership."