"It hurts... it hurts so much..." Sophia felt like her body was being torn apart in the darkness. The man's vigorous assault was like a wave, leaving her helpless. A corner of the white curtain was lifted by the night breeze, and a ray of moonlight seeped in. She vaguely saw the man's muscular silhouette but couldn't make out his face. The next day, Sophia was jolted awake by the sound of the telephone ringing. As she opened her eyes, she found herself uncovered and sinking into a thin quilt. The memories and images from last night flooded her mind like tidal waves. She was supposed to meet a client with her manager but ended up with a stranger after a drink. Reflecting on it now, she realized her manager must have sold her out! The incessant ringing of the phone was like a call from a ghoul. Sophia's eyebrows furrowed as she impatiently picked up the phone. A familiar sharp female voice came from the receiver, "Sophia, everyone else has already set off, what's taking you so long? You didn't even respond to the group call; are you thinking of ditching the class reunion?" "How could that be! If I said I would participate, I would definitely participate!" Sophia replied, her tone not at its best due to her aching body. "Besides, isn't someone setting off from the city next door? I only need to take a cab for ten plus minutes, why are you rushing me?" "Am I not afraid you'll slack off? Good intentions are mistaken for malice! Don't forget to bring your rich boyfriend—" Before the other person finished speaking, Sophia hung up the phone and tossed it aside, looking at the ceiling tiredly. Apart from her ex-boyfriend, where did she have another boyfriend? And a boyfriend who's loaded... Her love life was a mess. She had no idea who she slept with last night... With a long sigh, she picked up her phone and opened a certain app, decisively placing an order within the dazzling "Boyfriend Introduction." Rent-a-Boyfriend for the day, character set: rich, second-generation heir. 10:30, the White Horse Club. After tidying up, Sophia got off the taxi and walked over to the side of the glass door, silently waiting for her rent-a-boyfriend. Before she could settle down, she saw a Mercedes stopping, and two familiar silhouettes came out of the car. The man was dressed in Armani, the woman in Chanel, and the Rolex on his wrist hugged the woman's waist. Sophia unconsciously turned her gaze away. "Huh, why is the class beauty standing here alone?" The woman said mockingly, "Didn't they say you're doing pretty well after graduation and found a rich second-generation boyfriend? Not only did he not pick you up, but he even let you take the taxi alone?" "I say, he should at least buy you a car, then he can be called a qualified boyfriend." The woman who spoke in this nasal voice was Olivia, a lower-class woman who had hooked up with her boyfriend during their relationship, took him away, and then maliciously ruined her reputation everywhere. Sophia didn't even want to give her a proper look. With a light sarcasm, she retorted: "Well indeed, a qualified boyfriend is supposed to offer a full package starting from the bar to the 4S shop, right? But personally, I feel it's always better to buy what you want for yourself, so in case he becomes unhappy and wants to take his things back, wouldn't you end up with nothing?" The woman's face changed for a moment, but she quickly hid her emotions, smiling sweetly while clinging to the man's arm. "But if you're married, it becomes joint property, you know." With that, she gave the man a victorious look. "Ethan and I are getting engaged. I'll send you an invitation then, and bring your boyfriend to join us." "Planning to get married?" Sophia was slightly surprised. What was that saying again? 'A bitch deserves a dog for eternity'? "Enough, Olivia. With her standards, she can't find a boyfriend." Ethan said contemptuously, pulling the woman by his side closer. "It's hot outside, let's not waste time and go in." Sophia almost wanted to vomit from Ethan's rudeness. He had chased after her persistently during their university days, and now he was saying she wasn't good enough? Back then, she must have been blind to have fallen for his "sincerity"! Just as she wanted to retort, she heard Olivia's coquettish laughter. "Our Ethan is so considerate." "By the way, Sophia, aren't you going in?" Sophia shook her head. "I'm waiting for someone." "Oh, okay, then we'll go in first

"Oh, okay, then we'll go in first." A hint of contempt crossed Olivia's face. Even if she had found a rich second-generation boyfriend, if he made her wait, he probably wasn't all that great. Sophia didn't miss Olivia's expressive face. She didn't care to respond. Once the two entered the clubhouse, she pulled out her phone to make a call. "Where are you? We agreed on eleven o'clock, and you're late? Want a bad review?" Sophia was irritated. She had spent 200 bucks to rent a 'boyfriend for a day', and this was what she got? "Ah, no, miss, I'm already here... In a black suit, wearing sunglasses... Do you see me?" The sound in the receiver was interrupted by the horn of a Rolls-Royce. Looking at the luxury car parked in front of herself, Sophia subconsciously looked at the person in the car. The window was halfway down, revealing a man's handsome profile. His tailored black suit and sunglasses perched on his straight nose clearly indicated he was a high-quality rich second generation. The dazzling daylight hit him, with his thin lips slightly pursed. Watching him decently and nobly getting out of the car, Sophia's heart was throbbing uncontrollably, and all her thoughts converged into one idea: this two thousand dollars, it's worth it. She greeted him with a smile: "You finally arrived." At the same time, a man and a woman who had just entered the club paused their steps, turning back as if electrified. All Sophia's attention was on the man in front of her as she meaningfully glanced at the Rolls-Royce on the side: "Your arrangement is good, won't give you a bad rating, haha." The man in the suit stared blankly at the woman in front of him, his handsome eyebrows slightly furrowed. Through the shade of the sunglasses, Sophia couldn't see his deep eyes, but she continued instructing: "Remember, your role today is my rich second-generation boyfriend. Don't worry too much, just act according to my facial expressions." Underneath the sunglasses, the man squinted slightly. He appeared to be oblivious to her words, scanning the woman from head to toe. She was wearing a white long dress with a milky-colored knitted shawl, her seaweed-like long hair draped behind her ears, revealing a beautiful and vivacious face, very enticing. His gaze finally fell on her neck, where a pink mark was hidden under the thin knit shawl... The man seemed to realize something, coughed lightly, and said in a clear voice: "Miss, you might need to cover your neck."