Lonely Angel's Exclusive Contract

That mansion with the swimming pool was the gilded cage Lu Zheng had built for herself with her modeling income. She was 22, petite, with an enviable bank balance, yet there was a hollow inside her that nothing could fill — her parents had been absent for years, twisting her longing to be cared for into something close to an obsession. So she drafted an absurd contract and hired a young man only three years her junior to be her “personal caretaker.” My name is Cheng Yi. I was nineteen when I took the job, thinking it was all some kind of joke. It wasn’t until I stood outside her door at eight in the morning, suitcase in hand, and saw her — eyes swollen yet gleaming with pure anticipation — that I began to realize…