The Backup Plan's Billionaire Upgrade Chapter 2

The day I picked up Liam, it was raining harder than a monsoon.

Historically speaking, randomly picking up men off the street never ends well.

But that day, my heart felt like a damp, moldy corner.

And it perfectly resonated with Liam's pitiful aura.

After graduating college, I lived alone in the city.

My parents tricked me into coming back to our hometown for a "family dinner," only for me to realize halfway through that it was actually my own engagement party.

Sure enough, I never should have harbored any illusions about them.

I decisively flipped the table and went scorched earth on everyone.

My mom cried and stomped her feet, cursing me for being an ungrateful wretch.

My dad was even angrier, running to the kitchen to grab a meat cleaver to threaten me.

I just smiled disdainfully.

I told them that if they dared touch a single hair on my head, I would absolutely make sure their precious golden boy became a girl.

Perhaps they had never seen me act so tough and fearless before.

They backed down, told me to get the hell out of their house, and disowned me.

After all, in their eyes, I was just a girl with no value other than the bride price I could bring in.

I got the hell out immediately.

The day I returned to the city, I took Liam in.

According to his story, he had a gambling-addicted father and a cowardly mother.

At 3:00 AM, he had been kicked out of his house.

He claimed he had suffered years of domestic abuse, which resulted in acquired deafness, and needed a massive amount of money for treatment.

Honestly, even back then, I thought his story was full of holes.

His skin was smooth and refined, without a single callus on his hands.

Even though he was wearing cheap clothes from a street stall, they had that distinct "new clothes" smell.

Not to mention his looks. With a face like that, where couldn't he make money?

At worst, he was a rich kid down on his luck.

But who told him to be exactly my type?

It was a classic case of one willing to beat and one willing to take the beating. I half-heartedly agreed to start dating him.

The very day we got together, I took him to the hospital for a full physical.

That night, I used a flashlight to examine every single inch of his body.

Liam's body was tense. Blushing furiously, he typed on his phone to ask me what I was doing.

Checking to see if you have any diseases, obviously.

After repeatedly confirming he was clean, I bit his lip.

I whispered endless dirty talk into his ear. Anyway, he "couldn't hear" it.

Liam's body went incredibly stiff, his ears and neck flushing bright red.

That night was incredibly wild. A fantastic experience.

From then on, it became me working outside and him taking care of the home.

I actually had savings, and I had even bought an apartment.

I started drawing original comics in college and gradually gained some fame.

After a few of them got adapted into shows, I made quite a bit of money.

But you shouldn't flaunt your wealth. I didn't tell anyone. Even my parents thought I was barely surviving.

Liam obviously approached me with some ulterior motive.

I just treated it as a transactional exchange. But if he thought I was going to invest more than necessary, he had another thing coming.

Anyway, neither of us was exactly a saint.