The Scheming Gold-Digger Was Forcibly Kept by the Ruthless Rich Guy
Su Xing Chuan
Ruthless, Stingy Rich Guy Top × Artsy Green Tea Gold Digger Bottom – A North American PDF Lit Novel A merciless sugar daddy vs. a calculated, airheaded canary. A short, shameless story about two schemers who end up scamming each other straight into a pit of pure love. The bottom is a broke, artsy green tea guy studying abroad. He puts on a frail, melancholic act to seduce a famous rich girl. The wind is strong—can you see my soul? In the negative space of existentialism, if there’s an extra movie ticket, would you run away with me?After sending this handwritten letter, the green tea boy gets a reply the next day: *Meet at the cinema at 10:30 PM.* Dressed to impress, he arrives—only to find the rich girl’s intimidating older brother waiting, arms crossed, smirking. What’s wrong? I’m the one who got your letter. Not happy? The movie is a nerve-wracking ordeal, his arm pinned to the seat the entire time. As tears well up, the man pats his cheek mockingly. *“Trying to scam my sister? Your tricks are amateur.”* Cold, vindictive. * The top is a cutthroat rich guy. Fresh off a family feud that landed his enemies in jail, he flies up north to check on his sister. And there she is—being trailed by some big-city green tea scammer. Writing poetry on fallen leaves, dressed in artsy bohemian chic, rocking long hair, earrings, and a collarbone chain. The top toys with him for a while, deciding he’s too useless for his sister—but kind of fun to keep around. *No guy with earrings is straight.* On a trip, he corners the gold digger and forces him to admit it. *Gold diggers are gold diggers. Quit playing hard to get.* Turns out, the green tea boy’s got talent—he’d just been targeting the wrong prey. In bed, he’s a whimpering mess, lips parting eagerly for kisses, melting under every touch. So docile. Cute. Post-sex, the bottom’s still upset. He can’t be a straight boy chasing rich girls anymore. *How can a ‘dirty’ man win a heiress’s love?* Two days into sulking, the top gifts him a glacier-white Birkin. The top’s never dated but figures this is how sugar baby arrangements work—same for men or women. He skimmed some tips from his buddies, then drags the bottom on a shopping spree—straight to Miu Miu. But the bottom *flushes red with rage.* Not because of the Birkin—but because he thinks the top lowballed him with a *secondhand, 70%-off knockoff.* He declares luxury goods *insult his artistic soul*—if anything, buy him *art (resale value edition).* He’s about to return the bag and lecture the top—until he checks its resale value. *Huh. More stable than art.* Suddenly, he’s hugging it tight. The top laughs. *Someone this cheap is kind of hilarious.* Keeping a ditzy scammer around is oddly entertaining. He pats the couch, and the bottom crawls over, licking his fingers submissively. Money makes him *so* obedient—no sass, just compliance. But after a while, he glances up: *You’ll pay my tuition, right?* *Puppy eyes. Fragile hope.* At first, the top just wanted a pet to amuse himself. Then, he wanted to lock this little green tea at home—all to himself. Later? Payback. *Every cent scammed will be repaid with a lifetime.* * Decades later, they live out a whirlwind romance. A local magazine documents their century-long entanglement. On their porch, they’re stunned to find their *dumpster-fire love* rebranded by the younger generation with just two words: “True Love."