Chapter 1 — Buddhists and Bloodsuckers

I was born cold towards that. So in my poorest year, I "bumped" into Tham Ky Nien - a "Buddhist" among Beijing's rich people, who was as pure-minded as me - and became husband and wife in contract. But half a year later, I regretted it. Because he… needs too much. To avoid dying in bed, I decided to run away, but was caught every time. Finally, the twentieth time Tham Ky Nien stopped the plane to take me home, I couldn't bear it anymore. "Tham Ky Nien, if you're good, kill me." Tham Ky Nien turned black and pulled me into the room with one hand: "Okay, then I'm satisfied."1 The twentieth time I took advantage of Tham Ky Nien's business trip to escape. While transiting in Dubai, I suddenly heard a radio announcement: "Miss Nguyen Noan, your flight has been detained by the Group." Thi Tham is completely covered.” Immediately, eight black-shirted bodyguards surrounded me. I immediately knew that this time I would fail again. "Bring her here." Tham Ky Nien's cold voice rang out through the loudspeaker. Ten minutes later, all flights at the airport were stopped. I was dragged onto his private jet. "Let go, you bastards, let me go." As soon as I got out of control, Tham Ky Nien's voice rang out in my ear: "Come here, let's settle the score." As soon as I turned my head to see him, my legs immediately went weak. "Calculate... what's the matter?!" I was panicking, I no longer had the momentum of running away, my voice was half as small. "I... I didn't escape." "But you did." try.” Tham Ky Nien lifted me up with one hand and placed it on his lap. He bent down and bit off the button of my shirt. "Just that idea alone is worthy of punishment." I knew immediately what he was planning to do next and immediately became discouraged. I bowed my head and begged: "Tham Ky Nien, husband, I was wrong, I won't run anymore." Tham Ky Nien smiled softly, one hand grabbed the tie and wrapped it around my wrist. "Last time you said the same thing, the next day I dared to buy a plane ticket." I immediately remembered three days ago - the nineteenth failed escape - when Tham Ky Nien caught me right at the VIP entrance of the airport. That day he didn't say anything, just leisurely took off his watch, then carried me straight to the bedroom on the plane. During the twelve hour flight, he "served" me in the air. My legs are still soft right now. Speaking of the relationship between me and Tham Ky Nien, it goes back half a year. At that time, my grandmother - the only person living with me - fell seriously ill. Not only did I spend all the money saved in the house, but I also got into a bunch of debt, and at that time I was fired. At the poorest time, the balance on the card was only one digit, and there was debt every day. The rent is two months late, and I can't even buy instant noodles. I have no choice, I can't involve people who are already poor and even poorer, the only thing left is to do a "big mission". Thinking back and forth, I focused on Tham Ky Nien - the person who appeared in the financial newspaper with a reputation for purity and desire, and was known as the "Buddhist" of Beijing's rich people. The reason is very simple: having money, but being... cold. But I know my status, wanting to reach someone like Tham Ky Nien is a heavenly thing. So, I decided to... "crash" into him. Even if you can't marry the person, you still have to extort some money from him. Luckily, my best friend since childhood works in the secretarial department of Tham Thi Group. Thanks to him, I clearly understood Tham Ky Nien's schedule. Finally, on a rainy day, the opportunity came. The black Maybach slowly drove out of the club, I rushed straight in. "Boom!" The car braked suddenly, only 0.01 cm away from me, but I still took advantage of the situation and fell to the ground. "Help!" – I exclaimed. The car door opened, Tham Ky Nien covered a black umbrella, standing and looking at me from above with strange eyes. "Are you planning to... take offense?" My face turned red, biting my lip: "I... my whole body hurts..." I

decided to play a trick, hugged his leg tightly: "You... you have to take responsibility." Tham Ky Nien looked at me like I was a thug: "How responsible? Marry you?" "Yes!" "Little girl, you also need technique when dealing with trouble. Next time, remember to pull your collar a little lower."