Golden Threads Know the Heart — Sugar Baby Contract

Ah, Xie Rongjin, Miss An really does have a silver tongue. Have you figured out how to fool me next?

Hmm, Your name? An Xialin, I'm Xie Rongjin.

Last night was an accident. We all got drunk and shared a room, but it affects us badly.

It happened last night. A hundred grand a month, be my sugar baby girlfriend. A hundred grand,

a month! I've run errands for three years, never had five figures in my bank account. One million!

A million is already top-tier payment for this. Quit while you're ahead. Not that I'm complaining, I just want to confirm one thing.

Credit report and health check, you're not suicidal or infectious, right? I love money, but I love my life more. No way am I risking injury.

You're not sick? I'm not. See my report, now it's yours.

Your turn, pleasure doing business, Mr. Xie. Done.

Let's add WeChat. What should I name you? Sugar daddy. No, too obvious.

Boss isn't intimate enough. Whatever, then it'll be "Boss Xie."

Noble and affectionate. Boss Xie, contact me before you come next time, so I can get ready.

Ready for what? Shower and brush my teeth. Dress up and look my best. Did you hear?

Next crew, Huo Ru stiffed a big shot. Then she ran off. The room card she used to hook him got picked up by some poor sod.

That poor sod isn't me, is it? Who's the big shot? Xie Rongjun. No way.

He's the crown prince of Jingchuan. Forget Huo Ru, that minor starlet — even Best Actresses can't get a date with him. Must be a namesake.

My boss can't be that big, right? Anyone in the group know martial arts? Just a little's fine. Dance?

I can try. You can? Alright, girl. Trained?

A bit as a kid. You're in. Today's scene's a wrap. Wage's bumped to two grand.

Paid right after today's shoot. Thanks, dance. In the apocalypse of my past life, people without skills

didn't last three days. You okay? Minor injury, no big deal. Don't be so polite.

Mr. Xie, I'm sorry. I was filming just now. Coming right over. At the studio entrance.